Faking It

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Chapter 10

 

Aiden

“KIDS! WAKE UP!”

Silence.

“Sorita! Aiden! River! Alina! Come on, get up!”

Silence.

“I made some bacon for breakfast,” mom sighs, which causes me to instantly sit up and look at her with wide eyes.

“Really?” I ask.

She shoots me a hard look before backing out and leaving; a subtle way of her letting me know that I can’t have any bacon if everyone else doesn’t wake up first.

“HEY!” I shout, causing everyone to groan at me-Walsh throws a pillow at my face-and stay in their sleeping positions. “The power came back!”

Tyler gives me a slight grunt of response, so I sigh. “Guys, come on. Mom made bacon, and I can’t get any bacon if you little shits don’t get up, so get up.”

Tyler, Jeremy, and River instantly wake up and run into the bathroom-after yanking on Madison, Alina, and Sorita, to get them awake.

What can I say? We boys like our bacon.

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“You’re insane,” Tyler breathes after my mini-rant.

“Excuse me,” Walsh sharply hisses, thumping the back of his head-to which he winces at-and smiling back shortly at me. “But I would like to go through with it.”

Tyler stares at her. “So you’re saying that you want to spy on Jeremy and Alina tonight?”

I’m not insane, I promise.

I’m just curious. You can’t blame me.

“Yeah, I’m saying that I want to spy on Jeremy and Alina!” Walsh enthusiastically barks at Tyler, who shoots her back a pretty flat look.

“What’s the harm, bro?” River asks. “It’ll be entertaining!”

Tyler sighs, but gives in to the rest of us anyway. “Fine.”

Sweet.

Victory is mine!

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“Where do you think you all are going?”

Shit.

I slowly turn around, with my back still hunched. Behind me, Walsh, Sorita, Tyler and River are frozen, staring at me with wide eyes.

“Uh…hey mom,” I nervously say, my voice quavering slightly.

She gives me a pointed stare, and then a knowing look. “You’re going to go spying on Jeremy and Alina, aren’t you?”

My mouth falls open.

Jesus Christ. How the hell does my mother figure this stuff out? She’s freaking forty one, for Christ’s sake. She’s supposed to be much more dim-witted at this point and believe that we’re going to Tyler’s house or something.

“I…um…yeah.”

She nods, staring blankly at the wall behind me. “Okay,” she simply says. Okay? That’s it? No reprimanding? No telling me that I should learn to butt out of other people’s private matters? “Keep me up to date. Beth wanted to know if this date turned out okay, too. If not, George said he’d make sure that Jeremy would never have the guts to even think about Alina.”