Hidden Secrets by P. L. Harris

Author:P. L. Harris [Harris, P.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blue Swan Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

“WHERE do you think you’re going?”

Jason froze. His hand tensed against the bowl of food. It’s just not my day. It looked bad, his arms full of food and drink, heading back to his room when he should be asleep. He silently cursed Aaron and his mates for trashing his room on one of their all-night party binges. Thanks to a fifteen-thousand-dollar repair bill, his dad banned food and partying in the bedrooms.

“Why aren’t you asleep? I thought you were on nightshift.”

“My sleeping habits are none of your business. Don’t avoid the question.” Malcolm leaned against the kitchen bench. “Where do you think you’re going with all that food?”

“It’s not what you think.”

Folding his arms across his chest, Malcolm pried, “Oh, and what is it I’m thinking?”

Jason’s chest tightened, the need to get back to Amanda escalating. She’d been alone long enough. Guilt planted itself deep in his heart.

Sweat beaded Jason’s brow. “Well, my head started to feel better so I thought I’d catch up online on the class I missed this morning. I’ve been working in my room—papers everywhere, you know—and I was on a roll, so, instead of taking a break, I thought I’d keep working. That way, I can make my evening tutorial tonight without falling behind.”

Dread tightened Jason’s chest, squeezing until he thought it would explode. He wasn’t a good liar, he hated lying, but he’d made a promise to Amanda. He hoped his dad could forgive him, or at least be proud of him when he finally knew the truth.

“You know I don’t like food in the bedrooms,” Malcolm said.

“Come on, Dad.” Jason paused. “Do you think, for once, you could maybe, just maybe, stop getting me confused with Aaron?” Will he always compare me to Aaron? He’s the screw-up, not me.

“So, you’re going to your tutorial tonight?”

“That’s what I said, didn’t I?” Jason bit back. “Now, can I get back to work, or would you like me to pack it all up and move out here, just so you can keep a watchful eye on me?”

“Honestly, Jason, you can be so melodramatic sometimes,” Malcolm said, glaring at the clock on the wall above the fridge. “Now I’ll be lucky to get any sleep. Fine, work in your room, but God help you, if you make a mess.” He stormed down the hall in the direction of his room.

Jason made a fake bow toward his retreating figure, muttering under his breath, “Yes, almighty, whatever you say, almighty.” He closed his eyes in frustration. It was times like these that he was thankful his father lived in the opposite end of the house.

He glanced at the food in his arms and his thoughts refocused on Amanda hiding in his room. His father temporarily forgotten, he headed back to her.

“What was that all about? Sounded like World War Three.” Amanda said as he handed her a food plate.

“The usual, nothing to worry about,” Jason fumed. “Just his lordship throwing his weight around.”

“Oh.”

“He’s heading to sleep now, anyway, so he should be out of it for a couple of hours.

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