Fake it

Chapter 21

"Yvette." His voice comes on breaking the slumber I was caught in.

"Yvette?" He calls again I feel his hand holding mine and the backs of my knees getting hot under the covers.

"Gosh Yvette wake up already!"he says now panic rising in his voice.

I fight the urge to keep my eyes from remaining closed. Opening them to see the light seeping into my pupils and blinding me. My mind immidiatly telling me to close them back.

"Yvette?"Oliver's voice finally makes a title in my head as I finally recognize the voice of my best friend. "Are you awake?" his voice softer slightly more relaxed but yet tense.

"No."I groan out tightening my eyelids and scrunching up my nose. I turn my head away from the bright light and burry myself into the sheets. But oddly I felt as if I was in Oliver's arms. The sheets smelled like his cologne, come to think of it the whole damn room smelled like men's Dior cologne. I finally snap my eyes open turning to face where I sensed olis body would be.

"Go away." I grumble my eyebrows furrowed.

"Next time I'm just gonna leave you at the movies and wait for the janitor to throw you in the garbage can." He says slightly ticked off but yet the sarcasm in his words made it seem like a joke.

"What happened?" I say propping my self up to a sitting position.

"We went to the movies remember?" he says raising his eyebrow slightly confused.

"I remember that but why am I here?" I ask my eyes gazing over his room. Which by the way hasn't changed since freshman year when Nicole and I first came over.

My eyes soar around the room my mind still trying to process what had happened. My eyes fall onto the photo that was sitting next to the one with him and his family. My face and his face displayed on the old photograph from when me and him went to the famous theme park-- 'Water Ways', read both of our towels--Nicole ruined her mascara that day and refused to take a picture with us. We were soaked and oddly tanned but it didn't matter to us because we all had such a good time.

"Oh." His voice comes as he thinks for what to say. "Well this ratchet kid threw his popcorn at you and I guess it hit you pretty hard and you fainted." He says out loud.

"Who the hell throws popcorn?"I ask now it was my turn to give him the confused look.

"You don't remember anything after the movie ended?" he asked his tone showing off unsurity.

"I remember co-" I stop mid sentence realizing I was about to tell him about the Cole thing. "Credits." I say."I remember us staying for the credits but that's all." I repeat just as I remember what happened after the credits were displayed.

He exhales sharply as if he was relived.

"Well do you feel better now?" he asks. I nod my head. "Want anything? Like water or something?"he offers showing off his caring side.

"I want a cupcake."I say without thinking. He lets out a chuckle as if wanting a cupcake were funny.

I prompt myself up disobeying my mind that refuses to do so. A sharp pain erupts in the back of my head, I bring my hand and apply pressure to soothe out the pain. Which doesn't help much. 

"Does it hurt?" he asks.

No, I love pain. I look up at him with the 'No shit Sherlock' stare.  

" When you fainted your head sort of went backwards and hit the back part of the chair." He says chuckling nervously. " And here I thought you were dead."

I roll my eyes at his last retort and get up from his bed. " How long have I been out?" I ask now curious.

He looks taken back by my question but looks at the clock that rested at his nightstand. " Um, like three hours?"

"Three hours?!" I look at the clock and it reads, 11:57 PM. "Dad's going to kill me" I mumble.

"Hey, I'll walk across the street with you, besides I already told him you were with me" he reassures me as he walks me out of his room and out into his living room where his mom and dad were passed out into a deep slumber in each others arms. The television still on lighting up the darkened room. We both stealthy walk out the door making sure not to make a sound as he closed it.

I inhale the cool untainted air of the night and stretch out my arms over my head. "Ok I'm ready." It doesn't take us longer than one minute to get to my door. And as I open the door we are welcomed with boisterous laughter coming from the living room. Where my dad, Jonathan and Cole are huddled around the television with bowls of chips on the counter.

Oliver and I step in bewildered at the sight in front of us. They all turn their eyes on us, my dad's smile drops. I mentally prepare myself for an inconsequential speech he probably came up with in his head. He was never good at punishing us--Jonathan-- because he was the nice one. Like you know how there are the two types of parents, the nice one and the stricter one. Yeah.

"Yvet-" my dad starts but doesn't get to finish because Jonathan cuts him off.

" I got this." he says to dad and walks up to me. He peers at me scrutinizing me, " Thanks for dropping..this off, Oliver. I'll take it from here" he says ruffling my hair roughly causing the pain to return.

Oliver nods his head. "Call me." he says turning to me.

"Yea okay" Cole chips in before I can even a utter a word. Oliver then leaves, leaving the living room in utter silence. I glare at Cole as he winks smirking up at me.

"Why didn't you kick out Cole as well?" I ask Jonathan. I eye Cole up and down and he just sits there nonchalant doing the same.

"Cole came by asking for you. Said that he needed to give you the flash drive for a project or something" my dad answers for Jonathan. Sure he did. "Yvette, if it wasn't for Oliver telling me you were with him. I don't know what I would've done. I can't allow this to happen again so-"

"Dad. I'm sorry it just that I lost track of time, and my phone ran out of battery so I couldn't call you" I defend pulling out my dead phone as evidence. I couldn't risk telling him about the hit that I took with the chair. He would probably take me to the hospital thinking that could possibly have a concussion or something.

  "You're still grounded. I'm not letting you off easy this time." he retorts sternly with furrowed eyebrows.

"Okay" I respond. He nods his head in approval more to himself than at me and says goodnight. Cole lifts himself off the sofa and walks over to me and hands me a flash drive. "Take a look at it when you have time. I'll see you troublemaker" he says walking out the door. Confused, I take a look at it and its miniature with it labeled, 'From Pigbutt'.

"Well seems like dad is getting better at the 'You're grounded' speech" Jonathan chuckles imitating dad's hoarse voice.

"Yeah right?" I laugh serving myself a glass of water. " Well I'm going to bed, its been a long day. Night." I say heading upstairs talking a gulp of water which felt like heaven going down my parched throat.

I place the flash drive on my desk and plop myself on my bed face first. My head wont quit throbbing but hopefully it will be gone by tomorrow.