(Chapter Two, Part Two)

Aurora sat in the gym, later on that day, watching everyone around her. She knew that Jonathan had this class too, and she naturally tried her best to stay out of his way, since earlier in the day, but watching him run up and down the basketball court, she couldn't help but do.

There was just something there.

The girl sitting next to her were whispering, and what they said caught her attention. She listened quietly and intently as she heard them talking about how bad a guy he was, how he'd shot some girls dog, how his mother was a prostitute and how he was just a mean person in general.

Somehow, she didn't disbelieve anything they said, but she still couldn't help but wonder if that was all there was to him. Surely, he had good in him.

She leaned back against the bleacher behind her, and a girl tapped her and said "If I were you, I wouldn't even consider it. Not with Jonathan Good. He's not a nice guy."

The other girls nodded and then one said "But then again, you come from that side of town, so you're probably just his type."

Aurora bit her lip to try and keep her calm, and shrugged off the girls remark. So apparently, she wasn't going to fit in any better here, than she had at her last school. This hurt, but she was practically used to it by now. Back there, it'd been because her father was a hardass lawyer, and he'd helped put away a lot of people. A lot of important people.

And this hadn't sat well with the small Louisiana town she'd grown up in.

The girl continued, a mock sweet voice as she said "What's the matter? The truth hurt you?"

Aurora finally couldn't take it, so she turned around and replied calmly, "For one thing. You don't fucking know me. And another? I'm betting my life on the fact that while you jealous bitches are stuck here, the trash like me, or that guy you're all bent on tearing down, will be out of here, and so fucking famous that it'll show you exactly how wrong you all were. I hate people like you."

"And we don't like your type, either." the blonde, a popular girl in the senior class named Cadence said calmly as she smirked and added, "And the day a piece of pathetic little trash like you or that bum piece of shit Jonathan makes it big? That'll be the day hell freezes over."

The other girl leaned in quietly and said in a soft wavering voice, "Y-you really shouldn't have done that just now. Cadence will… She'll ruin you."

"And I give two shits because?" Aurora asked as she managed a brave smirk. From an early age, she'd learnt never give someone else the satisfaction of knowing when they hurt you. Her own father showed her that over and over.

Noone could be trusted. Because at any given moment, anyone could betray you.

The teenage romantic in Aurora always hoped she'd be wrong, that she'd find that one person who didn't hurt her all the damn time, but the hardened cynic in her knew better. The cynic in her knew that nine times out of ten, there would always be pain in your life.

And she was learning to be okay with it.

"You really should." The other girl muttered as she managed a smile and said "My name's Melanie."

"Mine's Aurora. Why's everyone talk about him like they do?"

"because he's fucking creepy." Melanie answered quickly as she asked, "Why are you starin at him?"

"Because something tells me there is more to that guy than you all believe."

"Sadly, you're gonna be wrong." Melanie intoned as she looked at her and then said "Those girls.. They don't like me all that much either."

"Fuck those bitches."

"You really don't care about nothing, do you?" Melanie asked as she eyed the new girl in wonder.

"Not about small minded bitches like them. When I'm out living my life, they'll be home with four and five kids runnin around, all by different daddies. That's usually what happens to girls like that. They think they're better, that they're above it all, and that's when they fuck up worst."

" I never thought about it like that." Melanie said quietly as she looked at Aurora and then paused a moment before adding, "But Jonathan's not a nice guy. Just a warning."

"Thanks, Melanie. But I'll make up my mind about him on my own. Although I already pretty much agree with you. He's an asshole. I had a few run ins with him today, actually. None of them were pleasant."

"H-he talked to ya?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"He really doesn't talk to many people. Unless he's making them feel like shit."

"I gathered that." Aurora said quietly, as she resumed her staring at him, now beyond interested. What'd made him talk to her in the first place, if he didn't normally go out of his way to talk to others?

This was bugging her. He was like a thorn in her side, yet she didn't want to get rid of him. And she'd only been here for two days so her best course of action would be to avoid him any way possible.

Because she just wasn't sure about him in all honesty.

Jon sat down on the bleachers, exhausted from a game of one on one he'd just played. The guy sitting next to him said "New girl's smokin hot."

"She's a fucking bitch is what she is." Jon muttered stiffly, as he toweled down his hair and got the sweat out.

The guy continued and said " She wasn't a bitch to me in my English class. We talked a lot, man."

"Whatever. Look, she's a bitch in my book, nothing's gonna change it. Clear?" Jon asked, his voice coming out in a menacing tone.

"I think you like her, Good."

"I think you need to fuck off. I don't like or need anybody. Got it? Least of all not a bitch like that." Jon said quickly, defensively as he looked over at the girls side of the gym, glaring at, but watching her intently. He couldn't seem to not do this, and frankly, this was another thing that pissed him off.

Bitches were trouble. Bitches got you nowhere except hurt.

At least that'd been his own personal experience with women.

The bell rang and he shoved out of the gym, and blended in with the crowd. Once he was out of the school, he quickly found his little cousin and they walked to the gym, Jane chattering most of the way there, Jon trying to listen and not have his mind on the new bitch.

But it wasn't working. And he only got madder when he caught sight of her walking up the sidewalk and saw Lavont approaching her. He watched the situation carefully, and when some other person walked over, told Lavont to get a move on, he walked briskly into the gym he went to to train in afer school most afternoons.

A few good rounds with the sparring coach was exactly what he needed. He had a lot of pent up frustration to let out.