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I couldn’t face Aidan after yesterday.
Pressing my palm to my forehead, I willed a fever to suddenly appear. Now I thought it, I did feel warm. Maybe I was coming down with something. Hopefully something that would keep me out of school for the next few weeks… months even!
I let out a huff, sitting up and pushing my sleep matted curls off of my forehead.
It was no good.
My mother was the doctor on call for Bree’s family. She’d see through me immediately.
I’d hide in the library. Aidan never went in there. I just had to keep my head down for a few days, and maybe he’d forget.
Of course that wasn’t true.
In seven years, since the day we’d become enemies, he’d never onceforgottento antagonize me.
I stomped to the bathroom, brushing my teeth with enough aggression to make my gums bleed. It wasn’t fair.
Why had he saidNext time?
What did it mean?
I was sure it was just a plot to poke at me some more. Some big joke designed to make me look like a moron and make him look like king of the fucking castle.
It had been like he was flirting with me… wait. I froze, my toothbrush hanging out of my mouth. Was that it? Was that his latest plot? What was the plan? Make me fall for him and then dump me on my ass.
Ha!
Well he was in for a shock.
As if I’d ever fall for the likes of that jerk.
I showered and dressed quickly, scraping my hair into a messy bun before it had dried. I was too exhausted to make an effort today.
Downstairs, my mother had made me a stack of pancakes. She sat at the breakfast table, sipping coffee while she scrolled on her iPad.
My mother was an older version of me. We had the same blonde curls. The same blue eyes. The same little dent in the end of our noses.
She smiled at me as I walked in, “Morning.”
“Good morning,” I sighed mournfully, putting on my best fake sick voice. Maybe I’d get away with it. It was worth at least worth a shot.
“Everything okay?” she asked, an amused gleam in her eyes.
“I think I’m coming down with something,” I lied, snagging an apple from the bowl on the counter before I sat down to the pancakes.
“What is it today? I-have-another-detention-itis or There’s-a-math-test-I-need-to-get-out-of-osis.” Of course. My mother was used to my shit by now.
I sagged in the chair, stuffing a forkful of the pancakes in my mouth. They were delicious, but Mom always made too many and my stomach was already in knots at the prospect of seeing Aidan.
She frowned at me when I set my fork aside and nibbled on my apple instead, but she didn’t say anything. She knew better than to try and force me to eat.
I finished eating, dragging out every bite as long as I could on the off chance that some of that lucky clover had rubbed off on me after all, and the ground was preparing to swallow me up, but to my displeasure, the floor remained stable.
Unlike my mental state if I was forced to deal with that asshole for much longer!
My father, Cady, opened the front door just as I slipped on my shoes, carrying the morning’s paper inside from the mailbox.
“Have a good day at school, sweetie.” He kissed me on the forehead as I wriggled past him.
