We're 'Studying'

                                    

                                          
"Shît," I cuss, having some trouble with my fûcking stupid math homework.
                          
"Hunny, did you say something?" Mum calls from downstairs. I resist the urge to laugh.
                          
"Yeah, Mum! Fine!" I say back at her. I hear my phone go off.
                          
Calum: hey;)
Aurora: HAII<3
Calum: wanna go grab dinner?
Aurora: nah I'm stuck on math hw.
Calum: sucks ;( maybe I can help??
Aurora: u can't I'm in advanced ;-;
Calum: oh yah
Aurora: ooh I can text luke?? He busy?
Calum: oh :(
Aurora: ??
Calum: oops I meant :) 
Aurora: ohh Kay ;)
Calum: yah I think he's with Michael...
Aurora: well I'll text him anyway just in case, thnx cal<3
Calum: bye.. <3
                          
I quickly text Luke;
                          
Aurora: hey ;3
Luke: hey Roary <3
Aurora: R u busy?
Luke: no why? ;)
Aurora: need help on math ? Cal said u were busy
Luke: son of a bish
Aurora: okay WHAT?! 
Luke: er I mean yah okay I'll be over in 15
Aurora: um okay? Luv u baiiiii 
Luke: <3
                          
I laugh as I scroll through Luke, Calum and Is texts. They were both a bit weird at the mention of each other, but I'm sure it was like, autocorrect or something... Right?
                          
I quickly sprint down the stairs, bumping into Mum.
                          
"Ow," I say, as mum shrieks.
                          
"My god, Aurora! DO NOT RUN DOWN THE STAIRS FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME!" She screeches. I roll my eyes.
                          
"Mum, I'm not five, I'm almost 18!" I whine. She rolls her eyes this time at me.
                          
"Why are you in such a hurry anyway?" She asks.
                          
"I was about to tell you that this guy, Luke, is coming over in 15 minutes," I say. She gasps.
                          
"LUKE HEMMINGS?!" She asks. I laugh.
                          
"Yes, mum." I say.
                          
"Ashton's hot friend?! OH MY GOD YOU REALLY ARE GROWN UP!" She shrieks, planting a kiss on my forehead.
                          
"Oh my god, mum!" I whine, wiping the kiss off of my forehead with my hand. Hopefully her damn lipstick didn't get on it.
                          
"Let's go up to your room to get ready!" She squeals. I laugh at her being so excited-mums should NOT get excited over a boy coming over-they should get SCARED!
                          
"Fine," I say, groaning.
                          

                          

                          
"Oh my gosh you look amazing!" Mum squeals. We had been doing my makeup, styling my hair, and changing me into a cute superwoman crop top, a pair of light blue polka dot shorts, and some Jimmy Choo black flats-let me put it straight. I looked like a stripper.
                          
"Mum, don't you think the flats are to much?" I whine. They looked like a million dollars were spent on them for just the BUCKLE on it.
                          
"Sweetie, your gorgeous!" She squeals. "Your granny gave that to me when I turned 18! You can have them!" She says, happily looking at me. Tears gather in her eyes.