Fake it

Chapter 32

Yvette's pov:

Do you know that moment when your heart drops? And I don't mean the type where you accidentally send someone the wrong text, more like when you skip a step when going down the stairs. Because at that moment you realize, you almost died. It's funny how at any given moment, can be your last. Except at this point in my life time, I can say I am for sure, done for.

I wake up, my heart ringing in my ears as I take in my surroundings. The first thing I notice are the clothes that lay on my floor disoriented. Then they shift to the sleeping figure next to me, the figure is completely covered as it rises up and down as it breathes.
Oh. My. God. Please, please tell me that is just a figment of my imagination.

I tense up as the person turns torwards me revealing the face I dreaded to see this very moment. "No!" I shriek pulling the covers to me and kicking him right off my bed.

"Ow what the hell?!" Cole groans rubbing his neck with sleepy eyes.

"Wha- what, how?!" I respond with wide eyes. I look at him and realize that he has no shirt on, but thank gosh his pants were still on. "Where's your shirt?" I ask a bunch of emotions hitting me a once.

He looks down slightly confused himself. "I don't know" he shrugs.

Wait. I look underneath my covers and find myself shirtless as well with only a bra and shorts on. I look back at Cole who was still on the floor, and I bring the covers up to my neck as I fling my pillows at him. "What did you do!"

"Yve-"

"Di-did we-?" I question him motioning at us.

"What? No, I don't think so." He says grabbing his white shirt that was on the floor next to him.

"You don't think so?" I hiss, the rage inside me welling up.

It looked like he was going to make a smartass remark when his face falls. He then tries to pull the covers away from me. I, with all my might try to tug it back. "Cole, what are you doing?"

He comes close inspecting my neck. His eyes go wide and let's out a nervous chuckle, "Whoops."

"Whoops? What are you talking abo-". And then it hits me as I push passed him and stand in front of my mirror and stare at the discolored area on my neck.

"You gave me a hickey?! What- what were we doing??"

"Well, for firsts, you might want to put a shirt on." He smirks motioning at my chest.

If I werent so embarrassed right now, I would have kicked him where the sun don't shine. I rush to grab a shirt from my drawer and slip it on.

"You need to explai-"

"Yvette you awake?!" Cole and I tense up at the sound of Jonathan. I could hear his foot steps become louder and louder in my head.

I pounce on Cole and urge him to go underneath my bed. He obeys without complaint and slips in under there right on time when Jonathan swings the door open. I turn my heel and grin at Jonathan.

"You're awake. What time did you get here last night?" He asks his face filled with concern.

"Oh. Well around..12?" I mutter out scratching the back of my neck unsure.

"Right." He pauses and looks down for a moment before bringing his head back up to face me. "I just wanted to let you know how shitty I feel how we left things off last night." He says regret evident on his face.

"Yeah, I get it. And I'm not mad at you guys, it's just, it was something I didn't expect and I guess it was at the wrong place and the wrong time." I clarify wrapping my arms over one another.

He nods his head understanding looking down before he snaps his head back at me. "Oh! Right, what's his face is here to see you."

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, which he just replies to by saying "Oliver. "

A faint growl was heard behind me, which I cover up with a cough. " Tell him, I'll be right there." I say pushing Jon out of the door way and forcing the door to a shut, before he could question the sound.

I lean against the door letting out a exasperated sigh. Cole slips up under from my bed and crosses his arms.
"Why is Oliver here to see you?"

"Gee, I don't know dad." I snap

"I'm going to see what he wants." He exclaims nonchalantly, as he walks to the door.

"No." I run in front of him and place my hands on his chest to keep him from going downstairs. "No one can know you are here, jon and dad are going to kill you, and then they're going to kill me." I explain

"How am I going to leave then?" He asks crossing his arms over his chest.

"I -I don't know" I hang me head hopelessly.

"Hold on, I have an idea." I look up at him faithfully and inch closer to hear his plan. "I can go down the cave."

"The what?"

"The back stairs, the ones that go from the basement and lead you outside."

I nod my head in agreement and mentally hit myself for not thinking of that earlier. "You distract them and I make my way to the door downstairs."

"Okay." And with that our plan is in motion.

I start going doing down the stairs and limp when I glimpse them into he kitchen. Jon, dad and Oliver all huddled on the kitchen counter.
"Ow, Ow ow!" I yelp limping torwards them.

I instantly grab there attention and make my way to the sofa. They come to me with worried expressions. Their backs turned to the door Cole was supposed to sneak out from.

"What's wrong honey?" Dad asks placing his hand on my shoulder.

"My leg, it feels like it got ran over by..by a truck!" I explain glancing at my leg horrified. That's when I glimpse up and catch Cole opening the door, facing me for a second and winking before closing the door behind him.

Gosh.

"Oh, well will you look at that! I feel fine again" I smile brightly moving my leg in varies positions.

They all observe me with suspicious eyes for a minute before they turn back to what they were doing. Dad and jon walk back to the kicthen counter while Oliver stayed there staring back at me.

"Hey.." I wave awkwardly.

"We need to talk." His face completely unamused.

"About?" I say straightening my back and placing my hands clasped together on my lap.

"I know. About you and Cole."

Oh crap. Now I am for real in some deep shit.