Traitor

4- Can I Come In?

Maddison

I can't stop staring at this encounter. My mom inviting my stalker over for dinner. She's about to take his coat before realizing he's not wearing one. Her eyes dart over to me for a moment and then she smiles and turns towards the kitchen. I look down, only now realizing that I'm still wearing Aiden's jacket from this morning.

Crap. Kids at school probably thought this was Alton's and that I'm some pathetic girl still clinging to him. Well, I'm not. I'm about to take it off when my mom calls,

"Maddison, bring him over here!"

I sigh, leading Aiden to the dining room.

"Ms Winters, may I help you with dinner?" Aiden pokes his nose around the corner to the kitchen.

"No, no. I can make it," my mom says.

"Could I at least set the table?" Aiden offers.

"Yes, Mom we can!" I shout, grabbing Aiden's wrist and pulling him away.

"What are you doing?" I hiss. He shrugs.

"Eating dinner?" He suggests.

"But why? For the love of God, Aiden, you've been stalking me for 2 fucking months. And now you're going to sit down at my dinner table and make me lie to my mother about how I know you?" I snap. He frowns, shaking his head.

"No, no be honest. Not about the stalking part, but you can tell her we've just met recently, but I don't go to your school. And if she asks where we met, we can say while we were both on walks. Do you get the idea?" He asks. I sigh. It's too late to get out of it now, so I guess this will have to do.

"Fine," I say. "Now tell me, where did all these manners come from?" I ask, leading him to the dishes in the dining room.

"It's a class we have to take at school," he says. I'm honestly a little surprised he answered straightly.

"Where do you go to school?" I question. "You know, when you're not stalking me?"

"You'll figure it out," he says with a know-it-all smirk. Before I can ask him what the hell that means, my mom breezes into the room.

"Dinner will be about an hour. Maddison, why don't you show him around the house?" She waves her hand around. I put the plates I'm holding down and nod.

"Alright. Sounds fun," I walk off, Aiden trailing me. After a quick tour, we sit down in my room. Aiden spins in my desk chair while I kick back on my bed.

"Nice room," he says.

"Like you haven't seen it before," I snap. He chuckles. His eyes scan the room intensely before they land on the pen. Not just any pen, the pen. His eyes light up as he grabs it.

"Is this-"

"Yes," I say, embarrassed. He smiles and starts to mock me, pretending to sing into it while dancing around my room. After a minute of teasing me, he puts it back in its container. Both of us are laughing.

"So, we have an hour," Aiden says.

"I should probably pack," I say. "I know it's rude and all to do chores with company, but it's also rude to secretly watch people for months at a time, so..." I shrug and go into my closet.

"You're packing for school," he states. "A boarding school?"

"Something tells me you already knew that," I say, dragging my suitcase out from the closet. He spins the chair.

"Maaaaaaayyyybe," he says. I open the case and start throwing clothes onto my bed.

"If it's a boarding school, there are uniforms?" He says.