I hesitantly ring the doorbell, standing in the front porch of Aiden's house. I wonder if its too late to back out. Why should I be the one to apologize? But Lyn was right, in a way. It is my fault. I put Aiden in this situation. And I always accept my mistakes, even if it means having to to say sorry to the person I hate the most.

Aiden opens the door. A weird emotion passes over his face, but it dissapears as quickly as it comes. His face turns impassive.

"What do you want." He asks, his voice heavy with impoliteness.

"Can we talk?"

"The short answer is— no." He replies, and tries shutting the door in my face, but I push it open, to his annoyance. I had wanted to let him shut the door and forget about this shitty apologising, wanted nothing to do with him for the rest of my life, but something had stopped me. I don't know what it was, and I am not leaving without talking to Aiden. 

"Aiden, just listen to me for once." I say, my tone turning desperate unintentionally. Aiden stops trying to close the door in my face, and stands there. Just stands there. Not even inviting me inside or anything.

"Talk." He says. This annoys me a little, because now it feels like I'm the only one to blame, and Aiden had nothing to do with any of this. But I still go on, despite my mouth tasting like cardboard, and I can barely get the sentence out.

"I just wanna say.... I'm sorry. For getting angry on you, even though it was kinda my fault." There. I did it. Can I go now? Aiden suddenly looks like he's seen a ghost, "Wait, say that again?"

"You heard me the first time, asshole." I mutter under my breath.

"No no no, I think my ears just malfunctioned for a bit. Can you repeat that?"

"I said, I'm sorry." I whisper, enunciating every syllable, like when you talk to a small child. I fully expect Aiden to roll on the ground laughing, but he doesn't say anything. His face does not show any emotion, not even surprise. Although, knowing him, he is really good at hiding his true emotions, so you never know what he's thinking based on his face alone.

"Okay." Aiden says, and shrugs. 

I spent all my dignity and courage to say those two words, which by the way, were so fucking hard to say, but all I get in return is a measly 'okay'?! I don't even know whether to roll my eyes or cry. I tell myself to calm down.

"Wh— what do you mean, okay?!" I splutter, trying to get my thoughts together. Aiden suddenly waves his hand, inviting me inside. Surprised, I follow him. I don't know what to think of this, but I sit on the couch anyway.

"Well?" I ask.

"Well, I'm sorry too." He says. Then he smirks. "But I was waiting for you to say it first."

I suck in an irritated breath. Typical Aiden, but I saw the way his face softened a little—just a tiny bit— when he apologised, so I'll give him a pass. You wouldn't even have seen it if you didn't know him well. 

And I know him too well. 

But still, I want to punch the shit out of his awfully attractive face for saying that.

Attractive?! That's it, I'm officially going insane now. I mean, he does look decent with those dark brown eyes, always full of confidence and a sense of superiority. His thin, always-smirking lips that are just, absurdly, incredibly attractive, even though I'd never admit it out loud and- and his messy brown hair that always looks good somehow, his stupid tall, muscular build, and that, annoyingly smug attitude he always has.

"I'm joking, sweetheart." Aiden says, and for the first time, I am happy that he interrupted my train of thoughts because who knows where their destination was. He continues, his voice turning soft. At least, as soft as it can get because, lets face it— this is Aiden that we're talking about. "No but seriously, I'm sorry as well. I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that." 

Wow. I never thought Aiden—out of all people— could take something seriously, I'm surprised. I don't know what to say, because I'm not used to talking to Aiden like this. We usually squabble and bicker. He's turning out to be a nice counterfeit boyfriend. Speaking of;

"Okay. So... are we still, you know..." I mutter. Okay, why is this so hard to say?

"Dating? Hell yeah. This is more fun than I thought it would be." Aiden answers, grinning. I wouldn't say fun, but, I'm relieved that he's still on with the plan. 

"Its fake dating by the way." I correct, "We're not actually... together."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, sweetheart.", He says, and, once again, my face warms up on that last word. I surmise that this is happening because of my hatred towards nicknames, and nothing else.

"Oh my god, stop calling me that!"

"Sure, sweetheart." Aiden drawls. And just like that, we go from being nemesis to just enemies. Thats a very drastic change, when it comes to us. "And before I forget, you still have to fulfill your part of the deal." Oh, I'd almost forgotten about that. 

"Whatever. I honestly don't care." 

"Well, you should, because I have something in mind." Aiden smirks.