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Aiden's POV
I sat outside with my lunch, Bekah across from me. The school didn't have a caf, so everyone ate outside. At the same time.
"Jeez, this place is packed!" I said, irritated. Bekah rolled her eyes.
"Its always like this. But anywho, how are you going to get those keys?" She said, leaning forward, her eyes sparkling.
I sighed. "Honestly? I have no clue." She frowned, deep in thought.
"I got it!" She exclaimed, and I jumped. "He'll be putting your bike in after lunch, and he'll need me for the key. Leave your purse in the car, but take out that slip and put it in your pocket. Then, when its time to go, give it to Mrs. Lovelace, but ask him for the keys and tell him you left that slip in his car, and its really important. He won't even question you about it, its genius!" She leaned back, pleased.
Wow. That was good. "Something tells me you have a lot of practice making up lies, Bekah."
She shrugged. "I'm good because I have to be." She said casually. "So plan Trick Paul is a go?"
I shook my head, finding a flaw. "What if Paul wants to come with me? And what about your bike?"
She shrugged again, saying, "That's easy. We'll come back and get it. As for Paul…" She looked across that caf, and yelled, "Sheldon!"
A scrawny looking boy with wide-rimmed glasses looked up from across the "caf" at the sound of his name. Bekah motioned for him to come over, and he shuffled towards us. I looked at Bekah, and she put on a coy smile, and spoke sweetly to him.
"Sheldon, I need a big favor." He pushed his glasses up farther, and spoke in a reedy voice.
"Sheldon, at your service." I covered my mouth with a hand, and fought back giggles.
Bekah paid no mind. "Well, you see, my friend and I need someone to distract Paul after school. You see, we're gonna jack his truck, and we need you to distract him. When we get his keys, that'll be your cue, 'kay?" She shot him another coy smile, and he smiled back, toothily.
"Anything for you, milady." That was too much for me too handle. I burst out laughing and he glared at me. He shuffled back to his table, and I struggled to breathe. I pretended to vomit, and Bekah looked at me, bursting out in laughter as well. I slipped off of the seat and rolled around, holding my sides.
A shadow passed over me, and I looked up to see who it was, but the sun was blinding my face. A pair of warm arms pulled me up, and I sighed. I didn't even have to look to know who it was now.
"What's so funny?" Paul asked, confused.
"Oh nothing…" Bekah said casually. Paul's eyebrows furrowed, and he looked at me.
I slid out of his arms and sat down next to Bekah. "He's so clueless." I whispered in her ear. She smiled, and whispered back. "But he's hot. You should go out with him."
I rolled my eyes and playfully shoved her. Paul sat down across from me, and said, "You know, gossiping is a sin."
We both rolled our eyes at that. "Since when did you become a saint, Paul?" Bekah asked, sniggering.
"What's up?" Jacob asked as he, and about five other people, sat down.
"Ooo, we're sitting with the preps now?" Embry joked, as he sat down next to Bekah. She smacked him playfully.
"So, what's the verdict?" Jared asked, and he sat down, a pretty black haired girl with him.
"Well, Rebekah and Aiden were just gossiping about how hot I am." Paul said, a wicked grin spreading across his face. The whole table burst out in laughter, except for Bekah and I. We both pretended to looked shocked.
"How did you know?" Bekah asked, and I said to her, "Dang. He figured us out." He looked briefly shocked, then teased us. "See? The ladies just can't get me off of their minds."
We both rolled our eyes. "Actually we were just discussing the probability of Paul joining a convent." I said casually. They started laughing harder.
"Yeah right, the monks would kick him out the first day." Jacob said, and Quil nodded, still laughing.
"By the way, don't monks have to be virgins?" Embry asked, dodging Paul's fist.
"It's not my fault the ladies can't keep away," Paul said simply. For some reason, that bothered me and I wondered how many girls Paul had gone through before I'd gotten here. I looked around, and sure enough, almost every girl was looking over at us with envy in their eyes. Not that I'm jealous, I thought quickly, grabbing my water and chugging it down. And yet, as I looked over at Paul, and studied him, the way his white teeth shone when he smiled, the way his eyes sparkled, I felt something. Something impossible. Could I be falling for Paul?
He noticed my scrutiny, and his dark eyes flashed over to meet mine. I looked away quickly. No. There's no way. This is the guy who's lying to you, remember?
That's not true. He's just not telling me everything. I countered
You and I both know it's the same thing, my conscience argued.
The bell rang, and I jumped. Jeez, Aiden. Pull yourself together. I took a deep breath, and walked with Bekah in silence to our next class.
