Faking It

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Chapter 4

 

Aiden

The first thing that I hear when I wake up is my mother, telling someone to come and wake me up. As soon as I hear Alina’s bracelet talking-and I don’t know why I did this-I jumped back into my bed, throwing the covers half on me, and pretend to sleep.

I’m not a good quick thinker. I came to understand this over the years, yet, I always do exactly what I think of when I think quickly.

The door quietly opened and I tried my best to even my breathing and not give myself away, because if I did, it would look plain weird. And slightly awkward.

There no sound for a few seconds. Considering I was lying on my stomach, I couldn’t see what was happening either.

Then I felt cold fingers on my leg. I almost jolted up but forced myself to stay put. I honestly did want to know what she was doing.

Her fingers pulled away, and I heard her feet shuffling out of my door. I sat upright, confused as hell. When I hear footsteps coming back, I fall flat on my back; eyes halfway closed, and, once again, pretend to sleep, while watching Alina Raft through my eyelashes.

Much to my surprise, she’s applying Neosporin to my burns. Her eyes roam upward, and before even I know it, she’s pulling off the blanket, tracing other burn marks, and applying more.

Alina Raft is an enigma. She really is.

It was when she was bandaging me up that I decided to let her know I was awake.

Unfortunately, I think I might have scared the living daylights out of her.

“Hey.”

She immediately jumped and fell off my bed, bandages flying all over me and my bed. I winced slightly, leaning over the edge to hold out a hand for her, which she takes.

“Sorry,” I tell her.

She puts a hand to her heart and glares at me, taking my hand and holding it to her heart, which was rapidly beating.

“Sorry,” I say again, because I don’t know what else to say.

She just shrugs and points to my stomach and then makes a gesture of eating. I think.

“Is my mom calling me for dinner?” I ask, just to be sure. She nods, shoving me out the door. Just before heading down, I turn around and look her in the eye. “Don’t mention the burns to my parents, yeah? Or anyone, for that matter.”

She opens her mouth, but then snaps it shut, frowning, waving her hand at me.

“You’re asking why?” She nods to, but I shake my head. “Another day.”

She frowns again at my implying that we’re going to be interacting again.

That girl really doesn’t like me much, and I still have no idea why.

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“So,” mom enthusiastically says at the dinner table, “how’s school going?”

“Fine.”

“Okay.”

“Pretty good.”

Alina shakes her hand, so as to say ‘so, so’.

“I heard there’s a Halloween dance coming up!” Mrs. Raft says, showing the same amount of enthusiasm as mom. “Wouldn’t it be awfully adorable if our kids went together?”