The Naughty List by Suzanne Young Page B

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    Exposing Cheaters for Over Two Years

CHAPTER FIVE
    “UH ...” I MOANED FROM MY BED, MY STOMACH twisting in knots.
    “Baby,” Aiden said, standing at the edge of my bed and resting his hands on the wrought iron frame. “You can’t go to school like this.”
    “I can’t miss practice again,” I mumbled, putting the pillow over my head to block out the sunlight streaming in my window. “And if I don’t go to school, I can’t very well show up in the gymnasium at three thirty.” I wished Aiden hadn’t pulled up my blinds. My well-dusted furniture was highly reflective, and my room was filled with prisms. They were making me dizzy.
    My gut took a sharp turn. “Good golly.” I sat up, dazed, nauseous. “I’m going to be sick again.”
    Aiden walked over, holding my elbow out to help me out of bed. “Let’s try and make it to the bathroom this time,” he said.
    I’d made it as far as the hallway twenty minutes ago. My parents were setting up for a big show in Seattle and wouldn’t be back until Monday, so Aiden had to take care of my mess. I bet when he showed up for breakfast, he hadn’t expected to find me in this condition. In fact, I don’t think Aiden had ever seen me sick, let alone cleaned my upchuck.
    “I’m sorry,” I whispered as I hung over the toilet. I looked back to see Aiden sitting on the edge of the tub, his elbows resting on the knees of his long nylon shorts.
    “You’re sick, Tess. Nothing to be sorry about.”
    I felt a little better. Moving across the blue slate floor, I slid against the wall and looked at him. He stared back at me and smiled softly, but something was bothering me.
    “Why didn’t you call me last night?” I asked. My eyelids felt heavy, and my fingers were trembling, but my gut wasn’t twisted anymore. That was a vast improvement.
    Aiden furrowed his brow. “Last night?”
    I swallowed, feeling my throat burn, and rested my head against the cool wall. “Yeah. I was sick, and I called you, but you didn’t call me back.”
    “I didn’t know you called.”
    Aiden stood and walked over, climbing down onto the floor in front of me. He reached out to rub my thigh. “I’m sorry, baby,” he said quietly. “Figured you were sleeping.”
    I watched his eyes. They looked honest, worried. I had to remind myself that I wasn’t in SOS mode. I shouldn’t be looking for signs of guilt, like twitching mouths or upturned eyes.
    I exhaled and then got to my knees, trying to stand. “Help me get dressed?”
    “Tess, I’m not taking you to school. I’m going to call your mom.”
    “Don’t! They’re probably sleeping at the hotel.”
    Aiden took my hand, helping me to my feet. Then he put his arm around my waist and led me back to my room. “Fine, I won’t call her, but you have to get in bed. Now.”
    “No.” I turned, putting my hands on his chest as I tried to make my way to my closet.
    Aiden chuckled, taking me by the wrists. “Stop being so fucking stubborn, Tessa.”
    I shot him a look.
    He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so effing stubborn.”
    “Better.” And I knew he was right. There was no way I could function in an academic setting at this point. I needed a day in bed. Chicken soup. Possibly a foot rub.
    “Will you come over after school?” I asked. Aiden smiled.
    “Baby,” he whispered, wrapping me