The door handle begins to rattle, and even though I know they can’t get in without a key, my heart rate spikes at the thought of them walking in and finding Holland in my room.
I’m not ready to tell anyone yet. I haven’t even accepted that it happened myself yet.
“Lane? Are you okay? I can hear you moving around in there,” Ellie says, concern in her soft voice.
Shit, okay.
“Hide,” I demand, watching the smirk fall from Holland’s face.
“What? Where?” he asks, looking around the small room, clearly finding the same problem I’m noticing. There aren’t many places to hide.
“I don’t know. On the balcony, in the shower, under the bed. I don’t care. Just go somewhere they can’t see you,” I screech softly, throwing my arms up in the air.
Holland holds is hands up, looking equal parts afraid and entertained. He may not care if anyone finds out about us, but I do.
“Fine!” he replies, heading toward the balcony and hiding behind the wall. I rush over, closing the curtains, praying to god that Ellie and Haley don’t decide to try to open them.
Rubbing my face in frustration, I mentally prepare myself for what’s about to come before walking to the door and opening it slowly.
Ellie and Haley stand in front of me, Ellie holding two coffee cups and Haley holding a white paper bag out for me to grab.
“Blueberry muffin, your favorite,” Haley winks, walking past me into my room. Ellie gently hands me one of the coffee’s and follows Haley into the room.
Groaning, I shut the door and walk over to my bed, plopping down and taking a long sip of the warm coffee. Oh god, I needed this.
Haley watches me carefully, a curious but knowing look in her eyes. There’s no possible way she knows anything. I don’t think anyone saw us come up here, but then again, I was a bit out of it.
Her eyes follow as I bring the coffee cup back up to my lips. I take a slow sip before setting the cup down on the bedside table.
“Where is he?” Haley asks, crossing her arms.
My heart drops into my stomach and the room instantly becomes hot. Trying to keep my composure as to not give myself away, I straighten slightly.
“Where is who?” I ask, attempting not to sound like I’m guilty.
“The guy. Where is he?”
“What guy? There’s no guy,” I tell her, a bit too fast. She rolls her eyes as Ellie looks around the room, confused.
My pulse is racing, and my throat dries up. What the hell does she know?
“The guy you slept with. Your cheeks are rosy, and your sheets are half off the bed. You look entirely too content to not have just had sex,” she explains. Although she has a good point, I can’t believe she was able to deduce that just by those clues.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I didn’t have sex with anyone,” I lie, hopefully pretty convincingly.
Haley’s eyes narrow on me, clearly not believing what I’m saying. Ellie looks between us before clearing her throat.
“You did take quite a long time to answer the door,” she says. I shrug, doing my best to look nonchalant and completely innocent.
“You just woke me up, I was sleeping.”
Ellie looks down at her watch before looking back at me.
“You hate sleeping in. You say it’s like wasting half your day away,” she explains, and I’m cursing how well she knows me because she might be able to figure me out.
Standing from the bed, I set my coffee down on the end table and walk toward the bathroom to get their focus on something else.
Starting the shower, I turn around to see Haley and Ellie still staring at me suspiciously.
