Page 45 of My Fake Relationship With the Popular Boy
My good mood remained for the entire time I was in the shower. I hummed to myself as I got out and wrapped myself in a towel. While I was squeezing the excess water out of my hair, my phone chimed. I knew from the specific notification sound that it was a text from Madison.
I leaned over to glance at the screen. As soon as I saw the text, my stomach dropped.
SOS. TEACHERS DOING BED CHECKS NOW.
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Ohcrap.
I nearly ripped the door off the hinges as I ran out of the bathroom in search of Jaxon. I was in such a rush that I didn’t even bother to get dressed, instead running out in probably the smallest towel known to man.
“Jaxon!” I yelled as I ran out. I stuttered to a stop as I noticed Sabrina was in the room, since she most certainly had not been when I got in the shower. It was actually good that she was here, though, since she was technically my roommate for the trip.
“Are you okay?” Jaxon asked. He jumped up from his spot on the bed. “What’s?—”
“The teachers are doing bed checks right now,” I said breathlessly. “And it’s already past curfew so you need to get outnow!”
Jaxon immediately started pulling on his shoes. “Crap, my stuff is everywhere. They’re going to notice it.”
“Better they notice that than you in here!” I snapped. Despite my words, he started trying to stuff his stuff into his suitcase to hide it.
“Why the heck are they doing bed checks on the last night?” Sabrina asked. “They haven’t done any on the trip.”
“I don’t know,” I said sarcastically. I grabbed some clothes from the floor and started getting hurriedly dressed, hoping that the outfit I threw together would look okay. “Maybe it has to do with the fact that students are sleeping in each other’s rooms!” I looked at Jaxon, who was finally closing the suitcase. “Jaxon, forget your clothes! You need to get out before we all get in trouble!”
He finally heeded my warning and bolted for the door. But just as he put his hand on the doorknob, somebody slammed on it in a poor imitation of a knock. They sounded like they were trying to break down the door or something.
“Bed check!” Mr. Smith yelled from the hallway.
Jaxon leapt back from the door in shock. He crashed straight into Sabrina, who was standing beside the doorway of the bathroom, and they both fell back into the room. Seeing an opportunity, I rushed forward.
“Hide in here,” I whispered. I tried to pull the door shut but Sabrina caught the edge with her hand.
“I should be out there,” she said. “I’m supposed to be your roommate.”
“No, you need to hide with Jaxon,” I whispered. “If the bathroom door is closed, they’re going to think we’re hiding someone in here. If you’re in here with him, then I can just say you’re taking a shower. It’s not like they’re going to come check.”
Sabrina finally nodded and shut the door. A second later, the shower turned on, just as Mr. Smith knocked on the door again. I took a deep breath to calm myself down and double-checked that I had enough clothes on to not be embarrassed of my teachers seeing me.
Reassured, I opened the door. To my surprise, Mr. Smith wasn’t alone in the hall. Ms. Moscowitz was standing with him and they both looked very stern.
“Hello,” I said as calmly as possible.
“Why did you take so long to open the door, Evers?” Mr. Smith asked gruffly.
I smiled politely, well-trained to diffuse situations with angry teachers.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I said. “I just got out of the shower a few minutes ago and wasn’t decent when you first knocked.”
Jaxon once told me that the best lie was the one that was closest to the truth. Considering how much he managed to get out of trouble at school, I was happy to listen to him.
Mr. Smith harrumphed. “Where’s Brooks?”
“Sabrina is in the shower.”
He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “But you said you just got out of the shower.”
Okay, stay calm. This is easy to explain away.
