Faking It

13:Faking It:13

Chapter 13

Alina

If there were one word to describe Aiden based on the past two days, it would be fidgety.

He looked so uncomfortable. I guess this week has been going by unbelievably slowly for him.

I can recount some things for you. Wednesday morning, not only did he look like a zombie, as though he'd gotten no sleep, but he spoke in only short, one syllable words, two if I were lucky.

Wednesday afternoon, he took any chance he had to find somebody else to talk to, or to just be in the presence of. I would be slightly offended by this if it weren't for this project because I get the whole 24/7 of either of us takes a toll on the other.

Yesterday, it was as though our duo project turned into a triplet project, since Aiden practically refused to be left alone and attached to hip with me, so instead, he forced River to attach himself to Aiden's other side.

Honestly, this just made going through doors even more difficult, but it doesn't matter. In a short few minutes, the both of us will be free. We'll be more than free; we'll be totally rejuvenated again. This week has been a hassle.

That damn boy just doesn't listen to compromise. He hates sleeping at ten, and he hates waking up at five thirty. It's not that hard, man, if you sleep at ten, you should be just fine with waking up at five thirty.

I had to drag that boy out of the bed so that I could brush my teeth.

"Geez, guys, you really taped yourselves together tightly," Mr. Garrison comments as he slowly works through cutting the duct tape off with scissors-struggling with that too. We have our legs taped together as well, which Sorita is working on cutting off.

It takes another few minutes of struggle until Aiden and I are truly set free from one another, and we're the last ones to end the project out of our class. The second after Sorita snips away the last bit of duct tape from my left leg and Aiden's right (yes, Aiden was gentleman enough to give up his dominant side seeing as I'm a rightie, too), we both spring away from each other and move around the classroom.

"Mother of-it feels so good to be free!" Aiden practically shouts. He catches my wary stare and grins lightly. "Oh you know I don't mean it like that."

"Well, I must admit," Mr. Garrison interrupts, "I am pleasantly surprised. I thought that Aiden would crack by Tuesday morning."

The two of us share a discreet glance, and I know exactly what we're both thinking: it had come pretty close to it.

Before anyone says anything otherwise, the bell rings and Aiden is the first one to dash out of there. Making a face as I pick up my bag, I stroll along at an easy pace with Sorita at my side, whilst Jeremy runs through the sea of people in the hallways to get to Aiden.

Sorita practically scowls. "He's such a son of a bitch."

I press my mouth together tightly, and I'm pretty sure it's formed a straight line. "I. Think. He's. Really. Trying. Here."

"Yeah? Care to explain why he's begun ignoring me?"

"Giving. You. Space?" I offer with an uneasy smile, but she shakes her head and pulls me along.

"Varner will lose it if we get late one more time. He still hasn't forgotten that fiasco on your first day."

I can't help but to smile at the thought of the first day back, and I begin laughing when I picture Tyler, Aiden, and my brother caked in my make-up, wearing my clothes. Sorita gives me a weird look at first, but then stops and smiles lightly as it dawns on her the reason of my laughter.