Chapter 5
(Bella)
“Isabella?” The tall professor sat at the front of the classroom, reading roll call. Her white bob cut swung cheerfully as she looked around, though the old professor didn’t look too cheerful.
“Just Bella, Mrs. Conti.” She said, raising her hand.
The professor nodded, mumbling to herself as she wrote something down, then carried on. Aaron looked over at her, smirking. “Don’t.” She mouthed, shooting him a warning glance. He turned back, still smiling to himself smugly at Mrs. Conti's mistake.
Soon the class ended, and it was already turning slightly dark outside.
“Hey Isabella, this was the last class. Where do you think you’re going out to on a school night?” Aaron called to her, waving for her to follow him. She sighed, swinging her heavy brown backpack onto her shoulder, only holding it with one hand.
“Just going to get some coffee. Do you want anything?” She asked, glancing at him curiously.
“I’m good.” He said, turning back to walk to the dorms alone. She felt slight sympathy toward him, but she had stuff to do.
Once she found that she was alone, she squeezed her hand together tightly, feeling familiar armor cover her. Only her arms, eyes and mouth were visible in the nearly blinding armor. She slipped on her gloves, then shot up into the sky, feeling a cool rush of wind. She then came to a stop just below the clouds, flying slowly while looking around for any trouble.
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She stood by the dorm, knocking with her elbow with two small coffees in her hands. Aaron opened it, letting her in.
“Why’d you bring two?” He asked, gesturing towards the coffees.
“I figured you’d want some. Are you done with homework?” She asked, setting the coffees down on a desk in between the two beds.
“Actually, no. I’m having some difficulties,” He said shyly, grabbing a cup. She looked up at him curiously.
“The essay Mrs. Conti gave us. I think she’s evil.” Aaron announced, letting Bella look at him weirdly.
“That essay was supposed to only be four pages. That’s not too bad.” She commented, grabbing her laptop.
“It’s not that. I don’t understand the topic, no matter how many times I look at these stupid notes!” He yelled in frustration, throwing the notepad with the notes on it across the room, hitting the door.
“Woah. Nice throw?” She offered, smiling softly at him. He frowned, pulling his hood up.
“Sorry. Do you need some help? I’m sure I’m not the best, but..” She started, shrugging.
“You would?” Aaron looked up at her hopefully, crossing his legs.
“Sure.” She smiled, grabbing her coffee.
The rest of the night they worked, most of the time being spent with Aaron trying to distract Bella with silly origami animals so they didn't have to work.
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She woke up, hardly able to keep her eyes open. She arched her aching back as she realized she was sitting in a metal chair at a desk, her laptop closed at her nose. Aaron was asleep on the floor, his hood pulled up over his eyes. The two coffee cups were empty and on the floor messily along with Aaron’s useless notes from the night before. The lamp on the desk was still on, she turned it off lazily, just as she realized she was still in her clothes from yesterday.
Aaron mumbled quietly, his leg shifting out of Bella’s way. She stood up, stretching in relief. The light was off completely, but sunlight poured through the small window at Aaron’s bed, lighting up the room.
She kicked him accidentally as she started toward the bathroom. He muttered and looked up, squinting at her.
“Sorry,” She mumbled, turning back to look at him.
“I think we fell asleep while working.” She looked at the clock which read 8:47 am in small red print.
“Thank you, Sherlock. I wouldn’t have guessed, because I definitely always sleep on the floor with my best buds, coffee and school work.” Aaron muttered, yawning halfway through his sarcastic comment.
“Are you always this rude in the morning?” She asked, putting her arms on her hips. He sighed, rolling over without another word. She rolled her eyes, walking slowly to the bathroom. It might've been just her, but every step she took seemed to be in slow motion. The bathroom light was on, but it was already lit by the small window at the top. She slipped on some blue jeans (which she may have found in Aaron’s stuff) and a soft pink sleeveless v-neck. As she stood in front of the mirror, wondering what to do with her hair, she could hear Aaron actually getting up.
“Hello, Sleeping Beauty!” She called, receiving a tired mumble in return. A knock sounded on the bathroom door.
“Can I come in, Isabella?” A soft voice came through the door that she recognized to be Aaron’s.
“Fine,” She called as the bathroom door opened and he stepped through.
“Someone’s hair is looking messier than usual.” She commented.
It was true. The taller boy’s hair nearly stood on an end, sticking up in random places.
“Said you,” Aaron joked, pointing out Bella’s large messy afro.
“I can help you braid it.” He offered, stepping to the mirror for an attempt to flatten his hair.
“Very funny. Wait, can you?” She turned, looking up at him curiously. He nodded and she smiled excitedly, turning back around as he began.
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Surprisingly when he was done, it looked good.
Very good.
(Bella)
“Isabella?” The tall professor sat at the front of the classroom, reading roll call. Her white bob cut swung cheerfully as she looked around, though the old professor didn’t look too cheerful.
“Just Bella, Mrs. Conti.” She said, raising her hand.
The professor nodded, mumbling to herself as she wrote something down, then carried on. Aaron looked over at her, smirking. “Don’t.” She mouthed, shooting him a warning glance. He turned back, still smiling to himself smugly at Mrs. Conti's mistake.
Soon the class ended, and it was already turning slightly dark outside.
“Hey Isabella, this was the last class. Where do you think you’re going out to on a school night?” Aaron called to her, waving for her to follow him. She sighed, swinging her heavy brown backpack onto her shoulder, only holding it with one hand.
“Just going to get some coffee. Do you want anything?” She asked, glancing at him curiously.
“I’m good.” He said, turning back to walk to the dorms alone. She felt slight sympathy toward him, but she had stuff to do.
Once she found that she was alone, she squeezed her hand together tightly, feeling familiar armor cover her. Only her arms, eyes and mouth were visible in the nearly blinding armor. She slipped on her gloves, then shot up into the sky, feeling a cool rush of wind. She then came to a stop just below the clouds, flying slowly while looking around for any trouble.
------
She stood by the dorm, knocking with her elbow with two small coffees in her hands. Aaron opened it, letting her in.
“Why’d you bring two?” He asked, gesturing towards the coffees.
“I figured you’d want some. Are you done with homework?” She asked, setting the coffees down on a desk in between the two beds.
“Actually, no. I’m having some difficulties,” He said shyly, grabbing a cup. She looked up at him curiously.
“The essay Mrs. Conti gave us. I think she’s evil.” Aaron announced, letting Bella look at him weirdly.
“That essay was supposed to only be four pages. That’s not too bad.” She commented, grabbing her laptop.
“It’s not that. I don’t understand the topic, no matter how many times I look at these stupid notes!” He yelled in frustration, throwing the notepad with the notes on it across the room, hitting the door.
“Woah. Nice throw?” She offered, smiling softly at him. He frowned, pulling his hood up.
“Sorry. Do you need some help? I’m sure I’m not the best, but..” She started, shrugging.
“You would?” Aaron looked up at her hopefully, crossing his legs.
“Sure.” She smiled, grabbing her coffee.
The rest of the night they worked, most of the time being spent with Aaron trying to distract Bella with silly origami animals so they didn't have to work.
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She woke up, hardly able to keep her eyes open. She arched her aching back as she realized she was sitting in a metal chair at a desk, her laptop closed at her nose. Aaron was asleep on the floor, his hood pulled up over his eyes. The two coffee cups were empty and on the floor messily along with Aaron’s useless notes from the night before. The lamp on the desk was still on, she turned it off lazily, just as she realized she was still in her clothes from yesterday.
Aaron mumbled quietly, his leg shifting out of Bella’s way. She stood up, stretching in relief. The light was off completely, but sunlight poured through the small window at Aaron’s bed, lighting up the room.
She kicked him accidentally as she started toward the bathroom. He muttered and looked up, squinting at her.
“Sorry,” She mumbled, turning back to look at him.
“I think we fell asleep while working.” She looked at the clock which read 8:47 am in small red print.
“Thank you, Sherlock. I wouldn’t have guessed, because I definitely always sleep on the floor with my best buds, coffee and school work.” Aaron muttered, yawning halfway through his sarcastic comment.
“Are you always this rude in the morning?” She asked, putting her arms on her hips. He sighed, rolling over without another word. She rolled her eyes, walking slowly to the bathroom. It might've been just her, but every step she took seemed to be in slow motion. The bathroom light was on, but it was already lit by the small window at the top. She slipped on some blue jeans (which she may have found in Aaron’s stuff) and a soft pink sleeveless v-neck. As she stood in front of the mirror, wondering what to do with her hair, she could hear Aaron actually getting up.
“Hello, Sleeping Beauty!” She called, receiving a tired mumble in return. A knock sounded on the bathroom door.
“Can I come in, Isabella?” A soft voice came through the door that she recognized to be Aaron’s.
“Fine,” She called as the bathroom door opened and he stepped through.
“Someone’s hair is looking messier than usual.” She commented.
It was true. The taller boy’s hair nearly stood on an end, sticking up in random places.
“Said you,” Aaron joked, pointing out Bella’s large messy afro.
“I can help you braid it.” He offered, stepping to the mirror for an attempt to flatten his hair.
“Very funny. Wait, can you?” She turned, looking up at him curiously. He nodded and she smiled excitedly, turning back around as he began.
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Surprisingly when he was done, it looked good.
Very good.