Chapter 6
Chapter Six
A ll of last week I looked for her, waited for my chance to get her alone. That chance didn’t happen. I’m not in any of her classes. And she’s spent the week ignoring my existence the best she could.
Aurora’s good. I’ll give her that. The few times I’ve caught a glimpse of her, she won’t make eye contact with me and then vanishes as if she wasn’t there to begin with. Not anymore. I’ve decided I’m done waiting for her to acknowledge me.
Which is why I’m currently standing in front of the student services changing my AP class to general math. It’s just the excuse I need to be near her. A place she can’t turn the other way and run.
“All set, Connor. Are you sure you want to drop back? Your grades from your previous school are impressive,” Miss Kemp asks me.
“I’m sure. It’s a lot settling into a new city and all.” I smile at her before walking out of the office. My eyes immediately scan the crowd of students, looking for a mass of blonde hair. When I don’t see her, I keep walking.
“Yo, bro, where you been?” Kenny asks from where he’s leaning against my locker.
I shove him out of the way. “Student services. Why?”
“Not just now, this past weekend. You didn’t come to the party,” he says.
“Da had me doing shit for him,” I lie. My father hasn’t had me do much of anything since the move. He’s been oddly quiet about what he’s doing here. And that’s fine by me. I don’t care if they’re here to burn the city down, as long as we eventually return to Boston.
“All weekend?” Kenny raises a brow.
“Ever think I just don’t want to hang out with you?”
“No. That’s impossible. I’m fucking lovable,” he says. “Ask around. You love me, right?” He questions a passing girl, who blushes and nods her head. He then turns back in my direction. “See? Me, loveable.” He gestures a finger to his chest before throwing it at me. “You, bullshit.”
“You off your meds or something, Kenny?” After dumping my AP math textbook into my locker, I slam the door closed and click the lock into place.
“Nope, took them this morning. My mam makes me,” he says.
“Sure.” I laugh.
“Meet for lunch?”
“Don’t you have a cheerleader’s skirt to be crawling up or something?”
“Not today, cousin. Today, I’m gracing you with my company.” He salutes me as he backs away.
The bell goes off, and I wait for the hall to be empty before I head to my first class. Math with Aurora. A smile spreads across my face. This is going to be fun.
By the time I walk into class, everyone else is already seated, which is exactly what I wanted. I needed to know where she was sitting. I spot her. It’s not hard. She stands out like a shiny fucking diamond.
“Can I help you?” Mr. Porter asks me.
“Ah, yeah, I just transferred into this class.” I hand him the piece of paper Miss Kemp gave me.
“Okay, take a seat, Mr. O’Malley,” he says.
“It’s just Connor,” I tell him before heading to the back of the room where there just so happens to be an open seat.
Aurora glares at me as I slide in beside her. “What the hell are you doing?” she hisses.
I look around the room. “Math?” I ask her. “This is general math, right?”
I see her lips twitch. She won’t let herself smile at me. That’s fine, because I like this feisty, pissed-off look she has going on. “Why are you sitting here?”
“Looked like a good spot.” I shrug.
“If you’re done, Miss Valentino, we can get on with today’s lesson,” Mr. Porter calls out.
“Oh, I’m done, Mr. Porter.” Aurora smiles at him.
“We are far from done,” I whisper under my breath while pulling my laptop out of my bag.
“We never started,” Aurora counters.
Ignoring her dig, I keep my attention on the front of the class, not that I need to. A preschooler could do this fucking shit. Halfway through the lecture, I’m bored out of my mind. My hand drops under the table to Aurora’s bare thigh. She jumps, clearly caught off-guard.
“Get your filthy fucking Irish hand off me!” she grinds out between clenched teeth.
“That’s not what you were saying the night we met.” My hand moves higher up her leg.
“Connor, I’m not going to give you another warning,” she says.
“You can pretend all you like that you don’t want me touching you, babe, but you and I both know you do,” I tell her, slowly stalking my fingers upwards until I reach the hem of her skirt, and a sharp stabbing pain radiates through my hand.
“What the fuck?” I curse under my breath.
I look down and see a pen protruding from my skin.
Before I can say anything more, Aurora smirks at me and stands from her seat. “Mr. Porter, I just got my period. I need to use the restroom.” She picks up her bag and walks out.
Fucking hell. She just fucking stabbed me with a pen and walked out. I don’t know if I’m impressed or… No, scratch that. I’m fucking impressed.
I pick up my own bag and drop my laptop inside it.
“Sorry, sir, I seemed to have jabbed myself somehow.” I raise my hand to the teacher, the one that’s still impaled right in the spot between my thumb and index finger, before I pull out the pen.
Blood runs down my palm. “Fuck, that hurts like a bitch.”
“Mr. O’Malley, go to the nurse’s office now,” Mr. Porter says, pointing to the door.
“Sure thing, sir,” I tell him.
It doesn’t take me long to find Aurora, especially since I walked straight into the closest girls’ bathroom.
“What are you doing in here? Last I saw, you weren’t a girl,” she says, folding her arms over her chest.
“You made me bleed. You should kiss me better.” I hold up my hand to her.
Aurora takes a step backwards. “You are out of your goddamn mind if you think I’m kissing any part of you.”
My head tilts to the side, my eyes roaming up the length of her body. “You know, when I made you bleed, I kissed you better. Fair is fair,” I remind her.
“Again, not happening,” she says.
Well, fuck. I didn’t think I’d have to work this hard to get her onboard with the idea. “Did you really get your period?”
“What?”
“In class, you said you got your period. Did you? Or were you just using that as an excuse to leave?”
“That is none of your business. Jesus, Connor.” She shakes her head.
“It wouldn’t matter. You know. I’d still fuck you anyway.” I’m not afraid of a little blood.
“You’re insane. And unless you want more holes in your body, you need to leave,” she says.
“I’d let you put as many holes in my body as you wanted… if you let me fill just one of yours.” I laugh as I take a step closer.
“Hard pass,” she says.
I keep moving until her back is pressed up against the basin. Then I lean forward, my mouth right next to her ear. “What are you scared of, Aurora? That you’ll enjoy it?”
“Pfft. I am not scared of you,” she says.
“Good. I don’t want you to be afraid of me.
I want you to come for me.” I use my injured hand to spread her thighs apart.
My fingers moving upwards until they reach the side of her panties.
I don’t waste time, and I don’t give her a chance to push me away before I find her clit.
Pressing my fingers against her and circling them while I watch her expression.
“I’m not coming for you,” she says with a perfect fucking poker face.
“You will,” I tell her. Since she’s not pushing me away, I continue stroking her. Fuck, she’s wet. “Feel that? You’re fucking drenched, mo mhuirnín . Is it me, or the violence that turns you on?”
“Violence? What violence?” she asks, her breath hitching ever so slightly as she fights harder to keep control of her body’s reactions to me.
“You stabbed me with a pen, Aurora.”
“You touched something that doesn’t belong to you,” she fires back.
“Oh, but it does. This…” My fingers move lower, pushing into her opening.
“It’s mine. I’m the only man who’s ventured between these thighs, and I plan to keep it that way.
So…” My lips leave a trail of kisses up and down her neck.
“If you want to come again, it’s going to be for me.
Come, Aurora.” I can feel her pussy clenching around my fingers.
She’s close, so fucking close. She wants this.
I can see it in her eyes. “Let go. Let yourself feel it, Aurora,” I whisper in her ear.
She does. Her hands land on my shoulders, her mouth opens, and I take that opportunity to slam my lips on hers.
My tongue delves in, tasting every inch of her while swallowing her moans.
I’ve never enjoyed making a girl come so much before.
Sure, I’ve always made sure whomever I’m with has a good time.
But Aurora? I want her to fucking explode.
I continue stroking her until her hands flatten against my chest, and she pushes me off her. Taking a step back, I bring my fingers to my lips and suck her juices from the tips. They’re still covered in my own blood from where she stabbed me, but if I can taste her, I don’t fucking care.
“Don’t touch me again. Next time you try, I won’t just stab you with a pen.
I’ll break your whole damn hand.” She turns on the tap and I watch as she pulls down some pieces of paper towel, wetting them before wiping between her legs.
When she discards the towels in the trash, they’re covered in both me and her. My blood, her cum.
“You liked it. You came for me,” I tell her.
“No.” Aurora turns to me, straightening her shoulders. “I came for me. You were just the tool I used to get there. No different from a vibrator really. Maybe just… not as good.” She smirks.
I laugh. “It’s funny. If that were true, I wouldn’t have been the first one to give you an orgasm.” If she thinks I’ve forgotten, she’s wrong. She told me it was her first orgasm last weekend, which means she wasn’t getting there from her vibrator either.
“Whatever you think this is, whatever you’ve conjured up in that pretty little head of yours, it’s not. This, you, me, we are nothing.” She huffs before shoving past me.
“You’re wrong,” I tell her. “You and me, we are something.”
Aurora’s hand lifts and I barely see the glint of the blade she throws right at my fucking head, missing me only by a hair. The knife hits the mirror behind me before falling into the sink. “Next time, I’ll make sure it hits an eye,” she says over a shoulder before walking out the door.
I can’t wipe the smile off my face, though, as I grab her knife and shove it in my bag. Maybe I’ll use it to cut her panties off next time I get her alone.