Glass Houses Shouldn't Throw Stones

Chapter Fifteen: Friday

AN: Gateway is a Community College

Aaron wanted to go to a movie today, but I didn't. He was coming over after Science Team for us to work on our AP Biology project. He wanted to see The Butler, but I had already seen it. It was depressing and in some ways, stupid. They turned a meaningful movie into something most young teens and kids couldn't see. Denzel Washington or Morgan Freeman should have been the main character. And Oprah was much too old for the role.

"Come on Aurora!" Ari screeched in my ear as I drove past his home.

"I don't want to go see that movie. It isn't good. We can see something else." I settled.

"Star Trek?" He questioned.

"Well, the captain is pretty hot." I smirked, knowing he would feel awkward. "How about you see your movie and I see mine?" I asked.

"No Ror. It's a date. D a t e." He spelled it out for me. I blushed a little, but it was still hard for me to wrap my head around.

"You're so scared of us." He said randomly.

"What do you mean?" I turned to him at a red light.

"You think I'm leaving or we aren't meant to be."

"Well this isn't long term, is it?" I asked. "I don't expect you to take me to meet your parents or anything crazy. I'm no Princess Bride beauty. And I'm not ugly either. Don't think this is all for attention."

"Aurora, why would you think that? You're very beautiful and intelligent. I'd be proud to have you meet my parents. It's all a secret right? And hell, I know every girl reads those cheesy books. I can't promise you that really nice, hot guy who falls for an average girl or anything." I pulled into the driveway and curtly nodded. We stepped out and I locked my beautiful car. It had grown on me as Aaron always complimented its basking in the sunlight.

"I love Indian Chai." I blurted. Aaron didn't seem annoyed or confused. We always played our little game of knowing each other like no one else does.

"I've never had it. Want to make me some?" He smirked. He always smirked. It was aggravating.His eyes were a shade of green and his hair was tousled. I snuck glances at him as I grabbed my items.

Twenty minutes later, we sat at the formal dining room. Aaron and I exchanged different theories and tried to replicate each others genes. Part of the project was what genes your child would have. We were stuck on this.

"Well I'm homozygous for brown and your family hasn't had brown in 6 generations. What eyes would our kid have?" I questioned.

"I think they could have Heterochromia."

"That's unlikely but possible."

"True." We finished our project and outlined a PowerPoint presentation. Before we could continued, a thought struck me.

"What about skin...?" I questioned.

"Well, a lot of biracial couples end up with medium toned kids. However, I've seen really dark and really light kids. If you were recessive for white, it's possible."

"But see, I'm a lighter color. So obviously the kid would end up between me and you right?"

"Unless they tan very easily." He stated.

"Bleh. Wanna go to Olive Garden?"

"Why?"

"Breadsticks, salad, and never ending pasta!" I screamed. "I'm kidding. If you want, we can see The Butler."

"Let's go!!!! Can I drive? Think we can stop by my place?"

"It's really bad for insurance if you drive my car and it crashes by mistake."

"Alright. Can we still stop by?"

"Of course....I used to take the bus. Old times in freshman year and beyond." I sighed, thinking of it.

"What was it like? We always stayed within walking distance."

"Well, I loved it until 9th grade. The bus changed and it was suddenly some stupid kids sat in the back. I always sat in the back with my friends. Even when I was really little, my brother or someone would pin me back there because they thought I was cute." I laughed.

"What about 9th grade?"

"One time I screamed at them for thinking they were cool and told them they were going to Gateway for making fun of some kid who had ADHD. Its not like he can control having ADHD. It was really hilarious for everyone but them. They didn't seem to comprehend they were going to end up somewhere low in the classes and make minimum wage. It seemed alright at the time and a little mean later on, but they deserved it." I put my keys in.

"Well, that sounds like a sight to see." He answered. "Why don't you ever take your hair down?"

"I did, the first day with my bangs pinned back. It gets in my face and makes my features look awkwardly large."

"Oh well that's weird. I didn't realize haircuts frame faces that much."

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Soon, we were sitting in The Butler.

I insisted on paying for my own ticket, but Aaron paid for them. In return, I purchased the snacks. I couldn't really wrap my head around "secretly dating."

The actor for the butler was giving his spiel about a twisted life. Someone screamed next to me when they shot the father. It was a theater full of democrats and/or Oprah fans. No one came to see this movie twice. It wasn't anything fantastic, but Aaron was enthralled.

I guess I seem really brutal here. I'm no hardcore Republican. I'm more liberal than anything. Go Democrats! Despite being independent, I have more Democratic views. Anyhow, I didn't really enjoy the movie. I just hate movies. I can't sit still for 2-3 hours in silence. Plus, I love talking.

However, my weird hatred for movies didn't stop me from allowing Aaron to watch the movie. I sat there, limply and thought about everything I was doing. It seemed so wrong to be here with him. But, I hated the idea of him being with someone else.

"Ror?" He whispered when Oprah was hugging the Butler.

"Yeah?" I undertoned and leaned forward to face him. He wrapped his arm around the back of the chair and I leaned back.

"That was so lame Ari." I giggled into his ear.

"I know you love it." I could see his smirk through the darkness.

Eventually, I realized I survived the two hours of utter torture and finally got to stretch my legs.

"Thanks Ror. I knew you didn't want to, but you watched it. Want to grab dinner?"

"It's almost 9....Ohmygod it's almost 9. I have to get home or somewhere I have an excuse for being!"

"Kylie?" He suggested.

"LET'S GO!"