The Game Plan (Sequel To The Bad Boy Austin Mahone Fantic)

20. Investigating Or Snooping?

      

"Investigating Or Snooping?"

     

     

Caitlin’s POV

   

After thinking about it I went upstairs. I was kind of running and ran through Austin’s bedroom door. I live with him now and I have been for a while so if he is hiding something in here I know exactly where not to look, if that makes sense. In other words this room should be easy to tare through and look for any clues about what Austin is up to. I know where everything in this room, because half of its mine.

I started looking through all this drawers quickly, but carefully. I wouldn’t want him thinking I did really look through his stuff. I felt like I was invading his privacy, but I’m the one who cleaned, folded, and put away these clothes so I have the right to do this…And we do share this room. I can just tell him I lost a bracelet or something like that if he asks me questions.  I went through everything on his little desk with his piano at the side. Nothing.

I ran to the bathroom. Why am I running? I don’t know when he’ll be back so I have no idea when he could burst through the door.

I was checking all the drawers, cabinets, and shelves in the bathroom and still nothing. I found this one basket of stuff that caught my eye. I pulled it off the top shelf and placed it on the counter-top.

Inside there were a bunch of full, or unused, products like shampoo, soap, hair gel, razors, shaving cream, and- wait…Hair gel? This was a basket filled with Austin’s crap. Since when does he use hair gel? He only has me add a little hair gel to his hair for really, really special occasions. So I added hair gel to his hair once…And he hated it…But, why does he have this.

It was like a little pot of hair gel that was surprisingly light. I unscrewed the cap and looked inside. There was not one drop of hair gel in the pot. But, there was something in its place.

There was a single key on a key ring.

What the hell is this supposed to-

“Caitlin! We’re back!” I heard Austin’s voice boom through the house.

My hands shook as I put the products back in the basket and literally throw it on the top shelf since I could barely reach in the first place.

“Babe?”

He was closer. Sounded like he was only a few steps away from the door.

I quickly held the key in my hands looking around the bathroom wondering what I would do with it. It was hidden for a reason, so now I’m going to hide it again, but only I’ll know where it is.

I ran across the bathroom, back to the shelves, and pulled out one of my baskets. There are baskets of both Austin’s and my own stuff mixed, but then we have a few of our own baskets filled with stuff. I dropped the key in the box of tampons, knowing Austin would never in God’s name look there.

I pushed the box back onto the shelf and took a few steps back to see if anything looked off or weird.

I gasped when my back hit someone’s chest.

“What are you doing?” Austin whispered and wrapped his arms around me from behind, and pulled me back into him.

“I-uh-Oh! I dropped my toothbrush so I need a n-new one…Ya.” I lied so it looked like I was looking in the baskets for a new toothbrush.