43. Trouble in paradise?

ALISON "What the fuck is Alison doing in your bed, Nolan?" I was fully awake after hearing Michael's voice. Oopsie. I could see how this would look to Michael--me, cuddled up under the blanket on Nolan's bed, wearing nothing but Nolan's T-shirt. "This isn't what it looks like!" Nolan exclaimed. A classic line, totally believable. Michael looked more confused than mad. I didn't expect him to get too angry since he had been sneaking around with my brother. But I could tell he was wracking his brain trying to figure out what was going on between Nolan and me. "What exactly is happening here?" Jacob asked and narrowed his eyes at Nolan. "Nothing!" I jumped off the bed and chimed in. "Nothing is going on between Nolan and me. I slept over because Nolan couldn't give me a ride last night. And the guest room wasn't ready and..." "Save it, Ali. There is no point in hiding this anymore. They caught us," Nolan declared. Huh? I strode toward them and then grabbed him by the shoulders. "Stop kiddi