Faking It

17:Faking It:17

Chapter 17

Alina

I need a boyfriend. And quickly. I swear to god, this is all Aiden's fault!

I guess I should probably rewind about six hours...

"Hey, what are you doing tonight?" Aiden loudly asks, grabbing a hold of my arm as I'm on my way up the stairs, and he, down.

I turn around to find Sorita, so she can explain tonight's whole ordeal, but instead find practically everyone I can see (minus Sorita) grinning at each other with these sly, almost sickening, secretive smiles. It's deathly confusing.

"Oh," Sorita finally pipes up. "She and I are having a huge weekend slumber party with the gang, at Madison's." After a short pause, she gives her older brother a highly suspicious stare. "Why?"

"No reason," Aiden simply says, however, the look on his face really should have been an indicator-a huge indicator-to me that for the rest of today, I really should refrain from going anywhere or doing anything with him.

Before either Sorita or I could question him, he starts going back down the stairs, on his merry way, and straight out the front door.

He really confuses me sometimes.

"What was that all about?" Sorita asks, when I come right back down, rather than going up to my room (as I had originally planned to).

Beats me. I don't care though. It's Friday afternoon, though, and I'm spending the night with my friends. I'm not going to let Aiden and his ridiculous antics make me worry.

Big mistake. I should have worried.

"Aiden?" Madison asks with a surprised tone, causing the entire group (myself included) to stand up and surround the door.

The doorbell had rung in the middle of our small argument on whether or not it's perfectly alright and acceptable, should any teenage boy or man wish to watch a chick flick, out of his own free will.

"Why are you dressed all...sleazy looking?" Sorita immediately asks, but that isn't what's holding my attention. I start slapping on the nearest arm to me, and point in the distance, behind Aiden. The nearest arm just so happens to be Sorita's. Her eyes dart past her older brother and widen when they see the same that mine saw. "Why the hell is Jeremy, Tyler, and River here with you? And all of you dressed sleazy-fancy?"

Aiden smirks and tosses us a bag. "Trust me on this," he says, "and pick outfits to wear."

Everyone gives him some pretty wary glances, but all in all, it's really me, that all eyes fall on.

Is it up to me? I guess so. So I sigh and shrug, grabbing the bag from Mason's hands. After a few seconds, I pull out a dark burgundy cocktail dress and toss the bag to Madison.

"See?" I hear Aiden cockily say after he thinks that I'm out of earshot. "Alina agrees."

It doesn't actually occur to me that I have no idea what Aiden is up to, and yet, I'm doing everything he says like I'm his little pet or something.

It doesn't even occur to me that I've absolutely no idea where or how Aiden has gotten a hold of these clothes, because they most certainly aren't mine.

It doesn't occur to me because as soon as I slip on the dress and exit the bathroom, I'm immediately picked up and thrown over a shoulder.

If I could scream, I would. Reason #1 why Aiden pisses me off: He doesn't give any warnings.

I keep thrashing around, trying to keep my butt covered up, but I guess it can be a bit annoying for Aiden because he then does something I absolutely never in a million years had thought he would.