A.N. Thanks to the people who reviewed, I hope you all like this chapter:

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Aurora walked to her next class, art. She had been planning on showing her teacher some of her rough sketches before the period began.

"Hello, Aurora." Mrs. Sylvan said when Aurora walked in.

"Hello, Mrs. Sylvan. I have my sketch book with me today, I wanted to show you some of my drawings." She said while placing her books onto her desk and looking through them to find her sketchbook.

"When you find it, come and show me." She said.

"Wait," Aurora said. "I think I left it in my other class."

"You can show me at lunch then, Aurora. But, now, the bell is about to ring, so please, take your seat so I can start class." Mrs. Sylvan said while walking around to find the picture she needed to present to the class.

"I'll have to get it later." Aurora spoke to herself.

Everyone had gotten to class right before the bell rang. Aurora's friends were placed near her in every one of her classes, 'just the luck of being a good student,' she always thought. Her friend, Dianna, sat next to her.

"Pst." She heard Dianna whisper. She turned her head to look at her friend just as a little piece of crumbled paper landed on her desk. She smiled at her friend before facing forward once again.

Aurora took the note off her desk and hid it in her hand underneath it. She slumped in her seat, so she was able to read it without placing it on her desk. Where's your sketchbook? You're usually drawing in it by now! Her friend was always very observant.

She placed the paper on her desk and picked up her pencil to write. I left it in social studies. Come get it with me after class, k? She threw it back to Dianna's desk.

She looked at her friend as she read it. Dianna's nod meant she would go, and they could talk about it more after class, but now, they had art to draw.

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The bell soon rang and Adam was able to leave class. "Yo, Adam, wait up man!" He turned around as his best friend Charlie caught up with him. "What's that?" Charlie pointed to the book in Adam's hand.

"I found it in social studies. I'm going to give it back to the owner, if I ever find out what she looks like." Adam said.

"You don't know who she is? Then how are you going to get it back to her?" Charlie asked.

"You're an ass, you know that? She has her phone number in here. I'm going to call her." Charlie stopped short. Did those words really just come from Adam's mouth? "I'm rich, yes, but I'm not as preppy as you all think I am." Adam started to walk faster.

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Adam got home early that day, no hockey practice today. He also couldn't wait to talk to the Aurora girl.

He walked up to his room quickly to put his books away. It was Friday and he was spending the weekend home. He took the black spiral-bound book from his pile of schoolwork and walked to his phone while flipping to the back of the book. He sat on the chair next to his phone and placed the book onto his nightstand. He dialed the number and waited for someone to pick up on the other end.

"Hello?" A woman asked.

"Hi, um, I'm looking for Aurora Danielson. Can you please put her on?" Adam asked politely.

"She's not home right now. She's still at school. Can I ask what this is regarding?" The women asked.

"I'm in Aurora's grade, or I'm guessing I am, because I found her sketchbook in one of my classes. Her number was in the back of it, so I called." Adam explained.

"Are you a junior?" She questioned.

"Yes, I am, ma'am."

"Then you are in Aurora's grade. May I ask your name and number so she can get back to you?"

"Yes, ma'am. My name's Adam Banks and my number is 544-4445 (A.N. fake number!!!)." Adam said.

"I'll be sure she calls you when she gets in. By the way, I'm her mother, Mrs. Danielson. Bye, Adam." Mrs. Danielson said.

"Good-bye, Mrs. Danielson." Adam spoke. He hung up his phone after making sure she had. He turned in his desk chair, spinning around to take his mind off the girl.

He never even met her and yet, she captivated him. Possibly because her drawings showed a little but of her, he was getting to know her without actually speaking to her.

He brought his hands up to his hair and yelled while pulling at it. This was starting to frustrate him. He wanted to know this girl, wanted to be around her every second of the day. Wanted to be the one she curled up with at night. Maybe he was taking this to far. But he felt a connection to her, one that was not possible to break.

He sat by his phone the rest of the night, waiting for her call. He didn't even go down to eat dinner when his mother called him down, saying he wasn't hungry. He sat by his phone until it finally rang at 9:30.

He picked it up, "Hello?"

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A.N. Sorry for a cliffhanger, but I have a few other stories to work on and some homework to finish. If I have time later, I'll post more. Thanks for reading, and don't forget to click the little button that says go, and take 30 seconds to write a review. Thanks again! Bye!

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