Page 26 of My Fake Relationship With the Popular Boy
I snapped out of my reverie and looked at him. He was standing on the far side of the bed beside his open suitcase, giving me a weird look, probably because I had been standing stock still for a few minutes.
I crossed my arms. “I can’t believe the school is really making us share a bed instead of just getting a room with two twin beds.”
“To be fair, they weren’t expecting for people who are pretending to be dating to share the bed,” Jaxon said. “I mean, you wouldn’t care about sharing a bed if you were still rooming with a girl, right?”
I sighed. While I wouldn’t love the idea of sharing a bed with Sabrina for a couple nights, I had to admit it wouldn’t be as bad as this. And if I had been sharing with Madison, which was really what was supposed to be happening, then I wouldn’t have cared at all.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I muttered.
“I know I’m right,” Jaxon said with his irritating goofy grin. He walked to the bathroom, slamming his palm against the top of the door frame as he walked inside. I rolled my eyes.Boys.
It wasn’t very late yet but seeing as I’d woken up at four o’clock that morning, I was definitely ready to go to sleep. My nap on the bus hadn’t been the most restful sleep of my life, considering that it involved being so up close and personal to Jaxon.
Jaxon and I seemed to have decided on our sides of the room, with my suitcase on the side closer to the door and his on the side closer to the window. He seemed to have made himself at home, with his clothes thrown all about the room. But unlike him, I wasn’t a slob, so as I searched for my pyjamas in my suitcase, I did my best to keep everything contained.
It was a little hard to do that, though, when I couldn’t find what I was looking for anywhere. I expressly remembered packing two pairs of flannel pyjama shorts. They were the kind of pyjamas I wore every night and I had about a thousand pairs, so I knew exactly what they looked like, but even as I practically took my suitcase apart, I didn’t see them anywhere.
I frowned and rocked back on my heels as I looked at the contents of my suitcase. It was well organized, so it was unlikelythey were just hiding somewhere. Maybe I put them with my toiletries by accident?
I unzipped the section of my suitcase where my toiletries were and gasped in horror. Because yes, there were pyjamas sitting there, but there was no way they weremine. Using the tip of my finger, because I really didn’t want to touch them more than I had to, I lifted the offending garment out of my bag. It was a bright red babydoll nightgown.
Oh, this is so not happening.
There were a few of them in my bag, in a variety of colours. I tried to poke around to see if there was anything else underneath them, but as far as I could see, these were all the pyjamas I had.
I looked at the closed bathroom door then at my suitcase again. This situation wouldn’t be ideal regardless since I didn’t particularly like nightgowns but the fact that I was sharing a room with Jaxon only made it ten times worse. I couldn’t wear these in front of Jaxon, could I? That would be totally inappropriate, not to mention uncomfortable for both of us. He would probably think I was coming on to him, which was so not in the relationship agreement. And how did these even get in my suitcase in the first place? I knew for certain that I packed my normal pyjamas — I was careful to double check when I was packing the other day, because pyjamas were the thing I almost always forgot.
But… Madison had come over the day before and I’d left her alone in my room for a bit. I’d told her I was done packing (which she thought was ridiculous since she hadn’t even started) so she probably figured I wouldn’t notice that she made the change until it was too late — and she seemed all too willing to convince us to switch rooms so I could be with Jaxon. She probably thought it was absurd of me to wear unsexy pyjamas near him. See, this was why it would have been better if I could have told her the relationship was fake. I did understand Jaxon’sreasoning of not wanting anybody to know that this was fake but for purely logistical reasons like this, I thought it would be a better idea for us to tell our best friends.
I clenched my jaw as I gripped the red babydoll dress tightly in my hand. I would have to find a way to get revenge on her. It was hard getting back at Madison since there were so few things she really cared about, but I would find a way.
The bathroom door creaked open. I quickly dropped the nightgown and wiped my hands on my pants, trying to make myself look calm. The last thing I needed was Jaxon realizing this and making some stupid comment.
“I’m done with the bathroom if you want to take a shower or anything,” Jaxon said.
“O-okay, thanks,” I said. I glanced at him as he walked by. His gaze was trained on his phone, completely disregarding me. Feeling safe that he wasn’t concerned with what pyjamas I was going to be wearing, I looked at the suitcase again. Maybe the nightgown wouldn’t look so bad. Maybe once it was on, it would be like a normal dress. I couldn’t know, of course, sinceI didn’t buy it,but I could hope. On the bright side, there were still tags attached to it so I knew the clothes were new.
Seeing no other option, I stood up and walked stiffly into the bathroom with the nightie in hand. I took as long as I could to shower and get ready for bed, not wanting to have to put it on, and certainly not wanting to have to show Jaxon.
Maybe if I stayed in there long enough, Jaxon would just go to sleep. Then I could sneak out of the room without him seeing me in this… this lingerie, essentially. But even that plan wouldn’t work; even if he didn’t get worried about the fact that I’d been in the bathroom for like an hour, he would definitely wake up first in the morning and see me anyway. Even if I was a morning person, he was next level. I had never chosen to wake up at five in the morning to do exercise.
My only other option was just to wear my clothes to bed, but I didn’t have anything that would be a good option. For once, I didn’t really bring any extra clothes so I needed all of my clean clothes for the next couple days, and the clothes I’d worn today wouldn’t make great pyjamas — jeans and school kilts weren’t exactly known for being comfortable.
I pressed my lips together as I looked at myself in the mirror. Maybe I was making this into a bigger problem than it needed to be. Sure, the dress was short. Okay, really short. But maybe it was just sitting weirdly. I tried to pull the hem down in the front, until it was covering up as much of my legs as I would like. But when I finally got it to where I wanted, the back of the dress rode up way too high. I frowned and tried to pull the back hem down, praying for the front to stay where it was. Luck was not on my side right then, though, as the front went up even higher than it was before. Biting my lip in concentration, I tried to pull both sides down at the same times. It did work, even if it was pulling on my shoulders a bit more than I would prefer, but it also made it impossible to move, let alone get all the way to the bed. Not to mention that it would absolutely go back to the way it was while I was asleep.
I sighed in frustration and let go of the nightgown. There was no getting around this. All I could do was try to walk through the room with as much dignity as possible and get under the covers. Holding my head high, I calmly opened the door and started to walk back to the bed, telling myself that Jaxon just wouldn’t say anything.
In typical Andrews fashion, Jaxon ruined that plan as soon as I walked out of the bathroom.
“Looking good, Evers!” Jaxon called out, as if we weren’t in the same room.
“Shut up,” I muttered, my face flushing red. His only response was a whistle.
I grimaced and gave up on my walk with dignity. I hurried to the bed as quickly as possible and essentially threw myself under the covers, pointedly ignoring how close I was to Jaxon. I pulled the comforter up until it cover my whole body up to my chin.
“Did you pack that just for me?” he asked. “Because really this is only a fake relationship. You didn’t need to— hey!”
He couldn’t quite get his whole sentence out because, forgetting my modesty in my anger, I grabbed the closest pillow and began hitting him with it over and over again.
