Magnetic Midnight

•Chapter 1•

"Fuck you Aurora!"? Titus said as we walked by each other.

I was headed towards the Athletic Training room in the old building, but this little problem had risen.

I swear he's always trying to get under my skin.

I know, I know they always say never to retaliate when someone tries to get under your skin, but in a sick twisted way I kind of like it.

I mean what's the point right? Constantly dealing with verbal abuse by some extremely sexy football player.

I ask myself everyday-what the hell is the point- and everyday it's the same thing.

The point is I like him.

Other than being given the name Aurora and being the sometimes socially awkward tall person in my school I see myself as a Shotput and Discus Thrower, a sports medicine trainer, and a nice girl with semi good grades.

Now on to the big nut standing across from me. Titus is a six foot four all american country white boy. He has the blue eyes, and the very slight country accent that only comes out when he's angry or just joking around. No he isn't the cliché 'Quarterback'. Titus' position on the team is Left Tackle (LT), and he's an over all annoyance in my life.

"Always talking shit Titus!" I shot back at him quickly. He stopped walking and turned around to face me. A huge smile crossed my face as I realized what we were doing.

It always puts the biggest smile on my face.

The brutal insulting never gets old. We always find someway to insult each other everyday. When I say everyday I literally mean everyday.

Most would never put up with it, but it's really fun.

"Since you have so much shit in your mouth maybe you should get one of your hoes to wash it out." I shot out quickly.

I regretted it as soon as it came out of my mouth, but I'm just stating facts. Titus gets way to many girls. I don't think he actually is intimate with them. I honestly don't even think he talks to them. Which is weird.

Maybe it isn't a fact.

Maybe he's gay.

Nah that All American hunk of a man can't be gay.

"You're always comin' at me. Put em' up darlin'!" Cue the 'subtle' checking out look. The smile on his face widened a fraction and his perfect teeth came into view as his eyes slowly roamed my body.

I glanced down at my outfit quickly. I was wearing my black fitted V-neck, a pair of cute mid thigh jean shorts, and my trustee pair of black converse.

All the constant working out and lifting weights gave me great muscular thighs, strong arms, and a semi flat stomach.

For someone who didn't try this morning I looked pretty decent.

"I been waiting for this, so lets go!" I spoke as I took a step closer to him.

I looked him up and down and took in his 'Game Day' attire that all the coaches made the football players wear. It was simply a pair of black slacks, a nice black fitted Polo shirt, and either black church shoes, or just black shoes.

Damn he looked sexy.

There's nothing better than a guy in an all black outfit.

I'm just going to pass out and float into Unicornland where everything is rainbows, blue eyes, and happiness.

Snap out of it Aurora!

A slight chuckle left his mouth when I looked at him a little to long.

My face heated up a tidbit.