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Chapter 11
“Riley,” a familiar voice said softly. I felt someone shake my shoulder gently, but I just groaned and buried myself deeper in my covers. There was an amused chuckle. I was too sleepy to even determine who the voice belonged to. All I know is that it’s familiar.
“Why are you waking me up?” I moaned. “It’s only Sunday.”
There was another chuckle. Whoever was trying to wake me up on the weekend seemed awfully amused…
I paused in the middle of my thoughts. If my eyes would have been open, they would have narrowed. I immediately realized who it was.
I had a fit, flailing my limbs, trying to land a hit on Aaron’s face. I heard laughter, and next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground, all tangled up in my sheets. I had another mini seizure to try and untangle myself. There was more laughter, coming from directly above me. I grimaced and just decided to stay on the floor, hoping Aaron would just go away. Who the heck let him in the house anyways?!
I started fake snoring for effect, snorting when I inhaled, and taking exaggerated breaths when I exhaled. Hopefully Aaron would be dumb enough to fall for it and just leave me alone.
“Riley,” I heard Aaron say flatly, after about a minute of my extremely fake snoring. His voice was slightly muffled, since I was still drowning in my comforter. “I know you’re awake.”
I sighed loudly, hugging my knees to my chest. “No I’m not! Go away!” I whined. Aaron laughed. I winced at how loud he was being; his loud voice even penetrated the thick layer of sheets around me. That’s how I was certain someone had let him inside the house, and he hadn’t just climbed in my window. I was slightly relieved, and slightly horrified. I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel that my parents actually let Aaron into my bedroom.
I felt a sudden whoosh of air, signifying that I was being lifted off the ground. I let out a high-pitched squeak, and I started struggling in Aaron’s arms. No matter how tired I was, I wasn’t going to let Aaron touch me.
“Let go!” I screamed. Aaron chuckled heartily as I felt the softness of my mattress against my back. I exhaled slightly, feeling secure again. Well, until I felt Aaron tug my comforter away from me.
“Don’t—!” I quickly unraveled from my sheets, only to collapse onto the ground again. I winced, letting out a hiss of pain. I opened my eyes the slightest bit, only to see Aaron’s amused face over mine. His face was about a foot and a half away from mine, but it was already too close. I made a mental note to get a restraining order. Aaron smirked, and I frowned. The exchange of expressions was getting way too familiar.
“How’d you get in here?” I demanded, shooting into an upright position. I had hoped that Aaron would move out of the way, but because of my amazing luck, my forehead bumped against his. I gritted my teeth and brought my hand up to my forehead. Aaron grinned crookedly at me, and it looked somewhat apologetic. I scowled.
“I’ll tell you later,” Aaron said, dismissing the subject with a wave of his hand. I narrowed my eyes, but all of a sudden, his arms were around my waist. My eyes widened slightly when I saw how close his face was too mine. My face flushed. Aaron’s smirk widened. I immediately frowned back, forcing my blush off of my cheeks. Why was I even blushing?
“But right now,” Aaron said quietly, lifting me to my feet, “you need to get ready for school.”
I gave Aaron a questioning look as I shoved him away from me. “It’s Sunday, dipwad,” I said bluntly. Aaron raised an eyebrow at my childish insult, but he just chuckled and raised his cellphone to my face. I almost gasped.
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The Relationship Writer
Teen FictionMeet Riley Evans, a sixteen year-old journalism nerd. She loves nothing more than her notebook and her third period journalism class, which she completely lost her social life to long ago. Riley has practically shut everyone out of her life, with th...