Faking It

15:Faking It:15

Chapter 15

Alina

"Therefore, emotion represents thought. We want to portray what we're thinking when we're acting. You can't speak your thoughts, so you use...?"

"Emotions," the class choruses.

"Good," Mr. Garrison says, clapping his hands together once. "Now, I want you all to pair off and grab a random script; you're going to interpret it however you wish and-"

"Emotions," my bracelet suddenly loudly says, causing all eyes to fall on me, spare Aiden's. Instead, Aiden, being the grade A asshole he is, is slouching in his seat, red faced, holding in his laughter, as he sneakily swings my phone in his hands back and forth, oh so temptingly.

He basically stole my phone at four in the morning and now refuses to give it back, unless I pay heed to a couple conditions of his, which I hadn't, as of yet, bothered to listen to.

This has become a major problem for me, though. Last period, while in Pre-Calc, in the middle of Mr. Callaway explaining stretching and shrinking of parabola's, my bracelet said, "You are a horrible excuse of a teacher."

It took ages for me to explain that my phone wasn't with me. I didn't necessarily want to rat out Aiden, who was sitting in a health classroom all the way at the other end of the school, so instead, I opted to say that my phone got lost and somebody discovered the app and its uses.

Thank god for Sophie, or I might have landed a detention.

"Calm yourself, Princess," Aiden teases. "Your face is red as a tomato."

Screw you.

"Oh, do you want your phone back?" he innocently asks. "Gee, I dunno. I mean, I was offering quite nicely before, but you did just walk away."

Nicely my foot. Asshole.

"Did you want to hear the conditions?" he asks.

Me, being the stubborn kind of person that I am, I promptly turn away from him and start reading through the script that he picked up for the pair of us. Considering I'm peeved at him right now, I don't know why I even agreed to partnering up with him.

"So I take it that you don't want to hear my conditions?" Aiden calmly asks, completely ignoring the fact that the rest of this time in class is meant to work on the scene from the script. When I don't answer, he sighs. "Come on, Princess; do you want to hear the conditions or what?"

A few seconds later, my bracelet says, "Yes. I. Want. To. Hear. Your. Conditions. Mighty. And. Ferocious. Sex. God. Named. Aiden."

My mouth falls open at his little loophole, and also at the fact that made me (technically) say that he's a mighty and ferocious sex god (I'm not going to lie; that's not really an overstatement).

Aiden smirks devilishly at me. "Your wish, my command, madam." He then grins even wider. "Ooh! Wait! Before we get to the conditions...do you want to hear a cheesy pick up line?"

I roll my eyes, but encourage him to go on. I need a laugh after the stressful morning I've been having (which is all because of him in the first place).

He opens his mouth to speak, but starts laughing. "Sorry," he says and then laughs again. "Sorry, sorry. One question, first: are you French?"

My, this boy has the attention span of a slug.

I nod my head lightly. "Part?" he asks, and I nod again.

That does it. He bursts out laughing. "Okay," he says. "Are you French by any chance, because ma-damn."