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Chapter Two.

Chapter Two.

The next morning, I woke up, slightly hungover. I had - what, 2 drinks? I didn't know if it was the drinks, or the fact that Jordan kind of intoxicated me with his actions the night before.

Wait, Jordan!

I exited my room in sweatpants and a t-shirt to see Jordan in my kitchen, making coffee.

"Shouldn't you be hungover?" I asked.

"I don't get those affects," he simply answered.

"Well, you do look like crap," I said.

"Okay, maybe I do get a little of those affects," he sighed. I was surprised he didn't comment on the fact that I literally told him he looked like shit.

"Yeah, just like everyone else," I said. I was annoyed that he thought that he was better than everyone else, "Do you need some aspirin?"

"Nah."

It was quiet. The coffee machine beeped, signifying it was done.

"By the way, what made you think you could make coffee with my coffee machine?"

"I didn't think you would mind."

I sighed, "You're right."

"Do you want some?"

"Of course. Milk and sugar. The milk's in the fridge and the sugar's on the counter over there," I pointed to where the sugar was.

Jordan whistled as he made my coffee. He made his the same way. He sat down next to me and began drinking.

"So, Aurora, I don't know much about you," he smirked, attempting to flirt.

"I could say the same thing about you."

"There's nothing to know about me, other than the fact that I have a criminal record."

"There has to be more."

"Want to know what my favorite color is?" He asked, smiling. His dimples were showing.

"Shoot."

"Blue."

"Same," I laughed, "But tell me about yourself."

"Um, well I have a best friend named Will. He's British. I'm pretty sure that's who your friend was dancing with last night."

"Yeah, Jessie. Wait - you remember that? I thought you were super drunk!"

"If girls think I'm drunk, it makes it easier to flirt with them," he smirked.

"So you weren't drunk?"

"No, I was. Just not as much as you thought, though."

I burst out laughing. Then I asked, "Is this Will guy as much as a 'badass' as you?"

"I'm worse. But he's pretty bad."

"Okay, what else is there to know about you?"

"Nothing, really. Other than the fact that I'm dangerous."

"I doubt that."

"I don't want to go into details with you, but yes, I am."

"How?"

"I don't want you to think of me like that."

"I need to know who I let sleep in my house. Did you steal any of my stuff in my guest room? What did you do before I woke up?" I stood up, backing away.

"I would never do that to a pretty girl like you, Aurora," He stood up as well. He walked up to me, put his arms around my torso, and tucked my unbrushed hair behind my ear.

What was he doing? That just made him seem like more like the bad guy!

"Jordan, get off of me," I breathed, my breath hitching.

"But you're pretty," he pouted, looking into my eyes. He smirked as he brushed his lips over mine. He was teasing me; I knew it. I didn't want him, even though his facial features made my heart go crazy.

"We barely know each other. We frickin' met last night! And I don't like you that way," I sighed. I didn't want him to let go, though. He had that power over me.

"We don't have to know each other," he whispered, sending chills throughout my body. Why did he have to be such a flirt?

"Yeah, we do," I breathed, letting go of him. Jordan pouted and sat down again next to me on the stools.

"If you want us to know each other, then tell me a bit about you," he said.

"What do you want to know?" I sighed.

"Just simple things. Like, what's your full name and stuff?"

"I'm Aurora Spears," I started, "and I like food."

"And what are your hobbies?" He asked, laughing at the food part.

"I like to sleep. And hang out with my friend, Jessie."

"That's it? You don't like to play sports or anything?"

"I like to write...," I pondered.

"You do? Oh, you can write a story about me!"

"Never in a million years."

Soon enough, we knew a lot about each other. It was still kind of awkward because of what had happened before that, but I tried to keep it at the back of my mind.

It was hard.

I then noticed what Jordan was wearing. It was the undershirt he was probably wearing last night, and his jeans. How could he sleep in jeans?

Jordan suddenly checked his phone, and his eyes widened.

"Aurora?" He gulped, looking afraid.

"Yeah?"

"The police are looking for me. They invaded my apartment. Will just told me," he looked down, anxious.

"How does Will know?"

"He saw it. He lives a few doors down from me," he sighed, running his hands through his bed head.

"And what does this mean?"

"Can I stay with you for a few more days? I can't go home or I'll get arrested."

"So you're telling me you're on the run from the police?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Fine, you can stay," I sighed.

Well this was different.

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~ThatStubbornGirl