A Burning Desire

14-Akward..

Marinette's POV

After walking a bit, I finally got back home. It was mid day, around 3:30 or so.

My mind was a complete mess, still trying to piece together everything that had just happened in the past 24 hours.

Shaking off the feeling, I began to climb the ladder that led up to my balcony. My hands trembled a bit, I was nervous for what awaited me. Even though I had an excuse planned, I was still nervous.

Creeping over to the trap window, I slowly opened it. the window made a deafening creaking nose, I clenched my teeth as it opened. I really couldn't get caught right now.

Carefully, I slid through the window, and landed in my room. I looked around; it looked just how I left it yesterday night. Maybe i'd gotten away with it I smiled to myself.

But that excitement was short lived.

The doorknob suddenly began to turn, and giving me no time to react, my Mom burst into my room. She looked absolutely furious.

"Marinette!" She yelled. "Where the hell have you been?"

Oh fuck.

I tried to act as natural as possible, but she had caught me very off guard. I stood there, not daring to move as she stared at me.

"I—I um..was at Ayla's place." I murmured.

She looked at me, as if she saw right through my lie.

"Oh really? You were at Ayla's place since yesterday?" Her eyes burned right through mines.

I swallowed, giving her a nod.

"Ok!" She laughed sarcastically.

She walked into the hallway, and I though she would finally get off my case. But I was wrong.

Very wrong.

My mom walked in again, but not alone. Following behind her was;

"Ayla?!?" I almost shouted out. Why was she here?

She stood behind my Mom, bitting her lip nervously as my mom glared at me.

"I tried texting you and calling you." She mouthed, nervously fidgeting with with her finger.

Fuck, now I was really screwed.

I had no idea my Mom would go as far as to bring Ayla into this. I didn't have a plan B, so all I could do was stand their looking dumb.

My Mom brang both of her hands up to her hips, glaring out me. I knew she wouldn't leave me alone until she was satisfied with my response.

"So where really we're you?"

"I—I was at the party—and I..um...I got lost."

I could barley keep eye contact with her.

I looked back at Ayla, but she had her head down, staring at her feet. I couldn't tell my Mom the truth—that I was at a boy's house.

That wasn't even the worst part.

"You got lost? you couldn't call?" She crossed her hands over her chest. "if you don't tell me where you really were, Marinette—"

She stepped closer to me, and I knew I had to come up with an believable excuse, quick.

"Ok! ok!.." I shouted out. "I was staying the night at a friends house. I didn't see your text until this morning because my phone was powered off."