Faking It

27:Faking It:27

Chapter 27

Alina

"Spill it," Sorita demands.

I hold in the urge to groan, and instead squint my eyes as I try to look up at the girl. It's six in the morning, and the sun has just risen up. It's New Year's Day. Can't the girl give me a rest until after ten?

She notices my dismissal and that I've started to go back to sleep, so she rips the sheets off of me and tugs me out of the bed.

"Alina Raft! You get up and out of that bed right now and tell me everything."

I stare at her long enough for me to realize that she is one hundred percent serious. There is no way I can make her leave unless I tell her everything that happened last night.

I can't recount the whole story to her; it would take too long. So I do my best with my laptop and Microsoft word.

"I know the part where he kissed you at midnight," she quickly tells me, noticing that I've started with that. "Skip forward to after that."

I nod, press enter on my keyboard, and continue typing. She repeats what I write, imposing her own questions.

"So he dragged you off into another room. Then?" she prods.

I sigh. I can only type so fast.

"Oh my gosh," Sorita whispers. She heaves a large breath in; I almost get scared that she's forgotten how to breathe. "He did not."

"He. Did."

Sorita squeals like a madwoman, thrashing around on my bed. "How long did he badger you around to agree to a date?"

I hold up two fingers with my right hand and form a zero with my left. "Twenty minutes?" She smiles wider at my nod. "That's adorable. Did he tell you anything else?"

I pause, biting my lip unsurely, before typing into the computer 'He likes kissing me.'

I regret revealing that part of the story now, because Sorita has full on died with 'cuteness overload' (her words).

"When is the date?"

I shrug my shoulders. Aiden hasn't said one word about it to me yet. I'm kind of surprised about this whole thing in general. Neither had I seen any of it coming, nor had I any idea that it would end up with a plan of a date.

And I still haven't told Aiden that I can really talk.

I'm a horrible, horrible person. Forget not telling Aiden, I still haven't told my own mother. I'm going to end up in the deepest pits of hell. I really am.

I feel the guilt eating me away alive.

Sorita snaps her fingers in front of my eyes. "Hey, where you at? You still have the rest of the story to give to me."

I sigh and continue typing. This girl just can't be content.

...

"Why so glum, chum?"

I send a slight glare to Jeremy, but he doesn't pick up on it. He nudges me lightly, bumping me to the side.

All I want is to walk around the house and in the garden to think about how the hell I'm to explain this whole thing, to Aiden, to my parents, to River...I have to do it. I have to do it now. I can't delay it any longer, I'd be an even greater bitch if I do.

But I can't even go outside for a lovely stroll in the garden without someone getting freaked out that Jason will kidnap me on point.

Speaking of the whole Jason situation, everyone has been getting supremely tense over it because it's been a while and Jason has done nothing in the time between the school lockdown and now. I think we're all kind of waiting, trying to prepare, for anything that could appear at any time, which is why nobody lets me out of their sights. Or the house, if they can manage.