The Notorious Story Of Jupiter Rory

Chapter Twenty-Three

"Some things come harder than others, it's easier to lie and harder to tell the truth. But in life, nothing is easy."

I moved around, my eyes fluttering open and it took a second for my sight to return. I tensed up when I noticed I wasn't in the comfort of my own bedroom.

Frowning, I go to move when I realized I was latched onto something. I glanced down, my eyes widening when they landed on a muscular back.

Grumbling, I slowly move my arms away from the guy, a sense of déjà vu hitting me hard.

"Thought you didn't cuddle?" A deep voice questioned.

I sat up in bed, watching as the guy turned around, revealing his face to me. A smirk titled on his lips when his eyes locked with mine.

Glancing around, I realized I was in Noah's bedroom. How I got here, I have no idea.

"How did I get here?" I mumbled out, moving around in the bed. I bring my hands up to my face, rubbing my eyes before pushing the hair out of my face.

Noah snickered out, shaking his head at me, "You really don't remember?" He questioned, slipping out of bed.

That's when it sunk in that he was only in a pair of pyjama pants, his chest bare. I could see the scars on his back, some scattered across his chest when he turned to look at me.

"Not a thing," I grumbled out, sliding out of the bed. I walked around his room when I looked at the time.

It was quarter past noon, "We're late for school!" I snapped, rushing around like a chicken without a head.

Noah stood there smirking at me, an eyebrow raised, "I already called the main office, telling them we'd be coming after lunch." He drawls out.

I stopped in my steps, scowling over at him, "So why'd you let me freak out?" I snapped, narrowing my eyes at him.

He shrugged his shoulders, flexing without realizing, "Its amusing." He says, grabbing some cloths before heading into his bathroom.

I grumbled out, falling back onto his bed while whining out, my head pounding and stomach churning.

Why was my life like this?

After ten minutes passed, Noah opens the bathroom door. Fully dressed, his hair damp and curling.

He shot me a look before rummaging through his closet, throwing a hoodie at me.

"Wear this, we have to leave in ten." He says.

I rolled my eyes, all I needed was five minutes and I'd be ready.

I enter his bathroom, closing the door behind me. I pull off the shirt I slept in, pulling on his hoodie.

Which was a a size or two too big, but it was extremely comfortable.

I wash my face, dabbing it with a facecloth before brushing out my long hair, bringing it up into a messy bun.

Leaving the bathroom, Noah stops in his steps and shot me a look, "That was quick." He remarked.