If I Could Turn Back Time
Rebellious
Aurora's POV:
Mike and I were in the middle of our petty argument in the driveway when I'd totally forgotten Trent was still sitting there in in his jacked up car, that was until his cars engine roared to life and he took off back up the street in no time at all. The reckless driving he had demonstrated just fuelled Mike's anger and added another point to his 'things to hate about Trent' list.
With a roll of the eyes I forcefully slammed my backpack into Mike's chest making him stumble back a few steps before I ran up what seemed like our never ending driveway. I had successfully made it all the way to the comfort of my own bedroom before the swollen tears fell from my now bloodshot eyes. I slammed the door behind me making the entire wall shake.
"Aurora don't you dare slam doors in my house! You have the exact same temper as your fucking father," Mum called from wherever she was and sure enough I could hear her footsteps pacing closer towards my room.
"That's funny I wouldn't know, I've never met him!" I retaliated by pulling the door open and slamming it once again, even harder this time. As she moved faster to my bedroom I moved faster to avoid the confrontation.
I was not about to be yelled at again after Mike's outburst so I pushed the frame of my bed hallway across the room and barricaded the doorway. As further ways to avoid my Mum's endless yelling I pushed my iPod onto its docking station turned it on, pressed shuffle and turned the volume all the way up. Coincidently 'Immaculate Misconception' by Motionless In White blared through the speakers but who was I to complain, it was fitting for the situation I suppose.
I flopped onto my mattress, face pushed into the pillows and let out, what I'm sure would be, an ear piercing scream if I hadn't muted it into the cushions surrounding my face. I waited for more tears to flow but they just didn't come, I was too angry. Above me where the door was I could make out my Mum's abusive knocking on the door through the music and concealed a laugh as she tried to open the door without luck. She gave up eventually, it only took her a solid half hour to figure out it was no use.
I'd been locked in my room for about two hours now and I wasn't about to give into the pressure of hunger or boredom. I would win this. I paced back and forth, corner to corner in my room trying to think of ways to cure this painful time lapse. Too bad my drum kit was packed away in the shed. Eventually I laid back on my cluster of pillows, If I stay by Gayle Forman in my hands, and decided to blow some time reading. Unfortunately I was already past halfway in the book and it only took me a total of twenty minutes to finish the book. With a sigh I jumped up once again and took a look in the mirror.
"Ew! And Trent was going to kiss that?" I spat out my tongue in disgust at my reflection before pulling my make up from my cupboard and decided to mess around with some liner and lipstick. I hadn't thought about Trent until now, which was unusual he was pretty much always on my mind. I can't believe what had nearly happened this afternoon, no thanks to Mike.
It would have been my first kiss, I'd always imagined it with Trent but never thought it to be true. My stomach turned in delight at the thought of his lips upon mine. I wonder how it'd feel. I'd been kissed before if you count the goodnight kiss I'd give Mum every night but I knew it would be completely different. Would there be 'the spark' that they talk about in movies? Would we get lost in the moment? Would I do that stupid pop of the foot thing? There was so many questions but none bigger than, would Trent like it as much as I did?
Whilst my mind pondered my endless questions my hands steadily completed the winged liner. I leaned back to look at the improved me, that's better I thought. I quickly, and messily may I add, braided my hair and changed my outfit. I didn't exactly know what I was dressing up for but I decided I'd not waste the effort I took to look this good. I pulled my phone off of my dressing table next to my mirror and shot the only person who could break me out of this prison.
Me: Wanna sneak me out tonight? Haven't spoken to the prudes all night, they wont even notice I'm gone..
I chewed at my nails the entire twenty minutes it took for them to reply, nervous that I'd just made a fool of myself for texting them but I finally got the reply I'd be waiting for.
Trent <3: Who knew you had a rebellious side? I'm in, be there at seven babe x
Mike and I were in the middle of our petty argument in the driveway when I'd totally forgotten Trent was still sitting there in in his jacked up car, that was until his cars engine roared to life and he took off back up the street in no time at all. The reckless driving he had demonstrated just fuelled Mike's anger and added another point to his 'things to hate about Trent' list.
With a roll of the eyes I forcefully slammed my backpack into Mike's chest making him stumble back a few steps before I ran up what seemed like our never ending driveway. I had successfully made it all the way to the comfort of my own bedroom before the swollen tears fell from my now bloodshot eyes. I slammed the door behind me making the entire wall shake.
"Aurora don't you dare slam doors in my house! You have the exact same temper as your fucking father," Mum called from wherever she was and sure enough I could hear her footsteps pacing closer towards my room.
"That's funny I wouldn't know, I've never met him!" I retaliated by pulling the door open and slamming it once again, even harder this time. As she moved faster to my bedroom I moved faster to avoid the confrontation.
I was not about to be yelled at again after Mike's outburst so I pushed the frame of my bed hallway across the room and barricaded the doorway. As further ways to avoid my Mum's endless yelling I pushed my iPod onto its docking station turned it on, pressed shuffle and turned the volume all the way up. Coincidently 'Immaculate Misconception' by Motionless In White blared through the speakers but who was I to complain, it was fitting for the situation I suppose.
I flopped onto my mattress, face pushed into the pillows and let out, what I'm sure would be, an ear piercing scream if I hadn't muted it into the cushions surrounding my face. I waited for more tears to flow but they just didn't come, I was too angry. Above me where the door was I could make out my Mum's abusive knocking on the door through the music and concealed a laugh as she tried to open the door without luck. She gave up eventually, it only took her a solid half hour to figure out it was no use.
I'd been locked in my room for about two hours now and I wasn't about to give into the pressure of hunger or boredom. I would win this. I paced back and forth, corner to corner in my room trying to think of ways to cure this painful time lapse. Too bad my drum kit was packed away in the shed. Eventually I laid back on my cluster of pillows, If I stay by Gayle Forman in my hands, and decided to blow some time reading. Unfortunately I was already past halfway in the book and it only took me a total of twenty minutes to finish the book. With a sigh I jumped up once again and took a look in the mirror.
"Ew! And Trent was going to kiss that?" I spat out my tongue in disgust at my reflection before pulling my make up from my cupboard and decided to mess around with some liner and lipstick. I hadn't thought about Trent until now, which was unusual he was pretty much always on my mind. I can't believe what had nearly happened this afternoon, no thanks to Mike.
It would have been my first kiss, I'd always imagined it with Trent but never thought it to be true. My stomach turned in delight at the thought of his lips upon mine. I wonder how it'd feel. I'd been kissed before if you count the goodnight kiss I'd give Mum every night but I knew it would be completely different. Would there be 'the spark' that they talk about in movies? Would we get lost in the moment? Would I do that stupid pop of the foot thing? There was so many questions but none bigger than, would Trent like it as much as I did?
Whilst my mind pondered my endless questions my hands steadily completed the winged liner. I leaned back to look at the improved me, that's better I thought. I quickly, and messily may I add, braided my hair and changed my outfit. I didn't exactly know what I was dressing up for but I decided I'd not waste the effort I took to look this good. I pulled my phone off of my dressing table next to my mirror and shot the only person who could break me out of this prison.
Me: Wanna sneak me out tonight? Haven't spoken to the prudes all night, they wont even notice I'm gone..
I chewed at my nails the entire twenty minutes it took for them to reply, nervous that I'd just made a fool of myself for texting them but I finally got the reply I'd be waiting for.
Trent <3: Who knew you had a rebellious side? I'm in, be there at seven babe x
Notes
Rory's OutfitShort chapter I know I'm sorry but I had little time to update today but still wanted to at least give you guys something so here's a short filler! Drama coming soon! Love you all, thanks for reading xx
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