Aurora (#1)

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"Rori!" I was shaken awake. I frowned and swatted the hands that were touching my face.

"Urgh go away." I groaned. I heard a masculine chuckle close to my ears. I groaned again and cracked my eyes open. "Ahh! The light! It burns!" I screamed as the sun temporarily blinded me.

"Don't be dramatic Rori." Christian laughed.

"The sun is at such an awkward angle when it sets." I groaned. "What time is it anyways?"

"It's just gone six." He smirked.

"What? I've only been asleep for ten minutes." I let out a breath and leaned my head back. "Who were you talking to anyways?" Christian stiffen. He looked away from me.

"You don't want to know." He said, gritting his teeth. He looked angry and quite frankly scary that I let it go.

"Okay. Now let's get started on this damn project of ours so I don't have to spend more time in your company." I said.

"Please, you find my company highly arousing." He smirked.

"Yeah... no. I find it quite repulsing actually so I'd like to go home as quickly as possible." I got up and stretched my arms. I slid my book into my bag and rolled up my earphones before adding that and my iPod to the bag. Christian had a funny look on his face as he stared at my face.

"Is there something on my face?" I asked.

"Yeah some drool." He smirked. I blushed deeply before realising he was joking. I hit him on his arm.

"Ouch. What was that for?" He cried out.

"For making me believe you." I shrugged.

"You hit like a man. Where did you learn to hit like that?" Immediately my face paled.

"Uh... history project?" I squeaked. I grabbed my bag and began making my way to the stairs. Christian followed me to his room. I hadn't seen his room properly before but it was not what I expected it to be. The bed took centre stage in the middle of the huge room. I think it was even bigger than Felicity's.

"This is massive. Why do you have a bigger room than Felicity's?" I asked, eyes widened.

"She moved here after my dad married her mom so this was already my room." He said. "If you think this is big you should see dad and Jennifer's room."

His room, like Felicity's, hadn't been painted black and white. Instead his room was a pale sky blue that was accompanied by white furniture. For a guy's room it's was surprisingly clean. There was the occasional t shirt and boxers lying around but apart from that it wasn't disgusting. I walked to his desk and ran my fingers along the edge while peering at his books. His MacBook Air was open but left on standby, his work files were arranged neatly, pencils and pens were kept in a open tin stand, and he had one framed picture of him and his dad when he was younger.

"What happened to your mom?" I asked, looking back at him.

"I don't really want to talk about it." He said. I nodded and dropped the subject. His eyes widened in surprise as he ran his hand through his hair. He had a bookcase next to his desk which held many books which a male teenager like him wouldn't dare touch. The works of Jane Austen, Charles Dickens, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Oscar Wilde, Ernest Hemingway and more. "You read all of these books?" I asked.

"Yeah." If I wasn't mistaken I saw a slight blush on his cheeks.

"Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be." I said.

"But what will happen in all the other days that ever come can depend on what you do today." He finished.

"Ernest Hemingway."