At 17 years old Sage Aurora never thought she would be stuck trying to rebuild her life and mending her heart.
Throughout her younger years she thought nothing could stop her. She was popular, free-spirited, and felt on top of the world. At least t...
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"Oh my God. Just fucking do it", you seethed to yourself.
Seconds later your knuckles thwacked against the wooden door as you ripped apart the inside of your cheek with your canines. A distant "yup" could be heard moments later and you took that as your sign to enter.
"Yes?" Eddie questioned without looking up. He knew it was you. You were the only one who knew where they hid the key.
"You're doing a lot of Telekinesis lately", you quipped before stopping your self from stepping on his dirty clothes.
His hands briefly slowed against his guitar. "That's not...". His voice trailed off, not feeling like explaining the difference between Prescience, Clairvoyance and other psychic abilities right now.
You stood in the middle of his cluttered floor staring at him in his jean vest and Led Zeppelin hoodie. The same hoodie he gave to you that you regrettably left behind the other night. He had been trying to come up with the right chords for some new material, but you had zero time for that right now. You forced yourself to swallow the lump in your throat before you asserted, "We both know I need to talk to you and I can't do it at school".
"Why not?" He pestered, feeling a little ornery. The reverb of his strings fanned your eardrums, not stopping even though you called for his attention.
Your brain misfired and your mouth sputtered as you processed his question. There was no time for his stupid words right now. You needed to focus.
"Shh!" You sibilated, physically waiving him off. "Don't distract me".
Eddie's thumb and middle finger froze against his strings as his head slowly rose to meet you. The tone you were using only came about during certain times, and they were never good times. He set his guitar on the bed and decided to now give you his full undivided attention. "Have you been drinking?"
He sounded like the police, or your principal when kids got called into the office. He should know. He's been there.
"Do you know why you were called into my office?" "Yes, you idiot. Because I'm a fuck up".
Eddie's face morphed into a concerned expression as he noted your fidgeting hands. But you were not fidgeting because you got caught. You were fidgeting because his irrelevant questioning was not something you had time to deal with, nor the expression on his face.
The frustration in your body swelled as his stupid eyes dissected you with their stupidly beautiful pigment. "That's not important right now", you snapped. "Just listen!"
His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek while he decided his next move. You didn't say no. He was now upset. Plus you drove there, so now he was really upset.
He stood up from the bed, closing in on your wound up body. "Well, when is it going to be important to you? Huh? Because it's pretty important to me", he badgered with his arms open wide.
