Faking It

9:Faking It:9

Guys, I'm like, so excited for this story, you have no idea. I'm already at chapter 21 on this story; I've been working on it so much.

PS. things get a lot more interesting and twisty-turny after chapter I think, like, 12.

*picture of Blake Coleman to the right -->

 

Chapter 9

Alina

“So what do you say?”

I blink a few times and stare up at Em’s gaze. Oops. I think I just zoned out on her entire rant.

Sighs erupt from her mouth. “You weren’t listening, were you?”

I shake my head tiredly.

“I get it,” she says. “You look unbelievably tired.”

I frown at this statement and jab a thumb over to Aiden freaking Simmons.

Over the past few days, the idiot has been popping up at random times, doing some really…intimate actions…and it’s really been bugging me.

I mean, yesterday, after the lights were off and everything, he slithered up from under my covers and whispered things I really don’t want to say.

Not only did I jump out of bed in an instant, but I’m 110% sure that I had resembled a tomato.

He took a funny look at me, laughed loudly, snapped a photo (he keeps snapping photos) and left.

That boy is driving me insane.

This morning, when I woke up, I found him sitting on my bathroom floor, holding up the box of tampons my mother gave me-which I never use because the thought of those things seem highly uncomfortable. Seeing this, first thing in the morning, not only almost made me faint from shock but also caused me to start blushing like mad.

He took a photo of this, stood up with the tampons, stared down at them, placed them in my hands slowly while wrapping my fingers around them, and left.

He’s getting weirder and weirder every single day.

“He told me about what he did this morning!” Em laughs in a high pitch voice. “I nearly died laughing!”

I frown at this, and tap my foot at her sunshine cheeriness. But she does have a valid reason. Her wedding is coming up in a week and tonight was the dress rehearsal.

I won’t lie. Jeremy looks pretty hot in a tux.

I won’t lie once more. Aiden looks downright sexy in a tux.

“Pretty Girl!” Jeremy calls, striding over with Aiden, Tyler, and River in tow.

I smile, with a questioning glance on my face.

“Be ready tomorrow at six,” he says. I tilt my head in confusion. “Ouch,” he jokes, clutching his chest. “You wound me, Pretty Girl; don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten that you promised me a date!”

I facepalm myself at this. Right. Duh. Date with Jeremy, of course.

I want to ask where we’re going.

BUT I CAN’T.

What would happen if I just randomly decided to start speaking?

…Mmm. Not a good idea. Sorita might slap me for being a conniving bitch. Mom would be pissed. Hell, River would refuse to speak to me for decades.