My Fake Lover

I changed into some of Melissa’s clothes and she even gave me the hair dryer so I can dry my soaked hair.

After I was done, I walked into the dining room and sat at the long table that was meant for a palace. There was food on it already and Tyler, his dad, and Melissa were all seated.

“Sorry I came so late.” I apologized when I came closer.

“Oh don’t apologize, Tyler should have brought you here. He’s lucky enough to have you as a girlfriend. Look at you, your beautiful.” Melissa smiled.

Oh my god, I fell so bad for lying to them right now. I felt like blurting out the truth but that would be embarrassing. They’re being so nice to me while I’m lying to them. I feel Terrible.

“Please have a seat in front of Tyler.” Tim said.

I took my seat.

I mostly talked to Melissa while Tyler and his dad talked about something.

“So Tyler, when’s your next soccer game?” He asked.

“Friday.” He replied.

“So I take it that your coming, as Tyler’s girlfriend?” Tim asked. More as a statement than a question.

I looked nervously at Tyler with a face saying, ‘help me out here.’

I can’t go to his game while his father is there. I’ll have to pretend to be his girlfriend all the way to Friday. It’s Tuesday for crying out loud! That’s three days of people thinking we’re dating again. I only it wanted it to be Jeremy and Tyler’s family.

“Yeah Lexi. Are you coming to my game?” Tyler smirked at my direction.

That careless, Lump-headed, stupid ass jerk!

“Of course. Why not?” I fake smiled.

Oh I don’t know, because I don’t like him. Because I don’t care about his stupid soccer games. Because I don’t want to fake date him until freaking Friday!

I shouldn’t even have agreed to this. I just should’ve picked a random guy at school and asked ‘ hey, want to be my boyfriend for a couple of days?’

Jeremy was actually my first boyfriend. Wait, he was actually my only boyfriend I’ve ever had.

That’s not what everyone else thinks. Everyone thinks I was with Tyler before but I wasn’t.

And I hate it.

And I hate Tyler.

Or maybe not hate, since what I said before, he actually cared for me at the party. He brought me home. Anything could have happened to me.

I just love to act like I hate him, I just don’t like him.

Maybe he does have a little bit of heart after all….

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Lexi’s POV:

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“Okay everyone, listen up!” Mr. Crow yelled. Does he seriously have to yell everything that comes out of his mouth? “We’re going to be playing indoor soccer today! Since its too cold to go outside at the moment! But don’t worry, we’re going to be going out soon!”

Gosh, I’m surprised he hasn’t lost his voice yet. He’s going to make everyone’s ears fall out.

That’s one of the reasons why I hate gym so much.

“Okay, now let’s pick soccer teams!” Mr crow yelled.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

I sighed, remembering that I have to go to Tyler’s stupid soccer game on Friday. And that means tomorrow. Why does his dad have to mention it anyway? I just can’t wait for it to be over.

I’m not the soccer type. That’s another reason why I hate gym so much, we’re forced to play sports we don’t like. At least Tyler isn’t at my gym class. That’d make me hate gym even worse.

“Okay everyone! I change my mind! First do your stretches! Then we’re going to be picking teams for the soccer game!” I just want to slap Mr. Crow across the face. Just stop yelling. There’s a thing called talking!

“Hey, your boyfriend is in our gym class!” Lynn, this red head girl with freckles said to me excitedly, jumping up and down.

“What?” I said, confused. I followed her gaze only to see mouthwatering Tyler standing in his gym uniform handing a teacher a late pass. He even looked hot in his gym clothes. Why does he have to be so damn perfect looking and be so evil at the same time? Wait- he’s actually standing in my gym class, with his gym uniform on!

“What the heck!?” I accidentally yelled out loud.

I got a few weird looks from my classmates and I muttered a quick sorry. But I noticed a few girls missing.

I looked to the other end of the gym where Tyler was standing and noticed maybe three girls who glued themselves to him.

Not literally, but they were trying to grab his attention. One word to explain those girls, sluts.

They even cut there gym shirt into a crop top so it exposes half their stomach.

I just want to bitch slap those bitches.

I glared their way and Tyler caught my eye. He smirked and gave me a silent what up nod.

Of course I didn’t respond, I just continued glaring at him. How did he even get to my gym class? I have to deal with him enough in my life time.

“I can’t believe you guys got back together.” Lynn said and that’s when I noticed she’s been talking to me, I just wasn’t paying any attention to her. I was to busy glaring at Mr. Jerk Face over there.

I wanted to tell her that we didn’t get back together or that we were never actually together, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t tell anyone but my friends who were surprised we got fake back together. But I would rather call Courtney furious. She was angry over the fact when I told them.

Jeremy never even spoke to me. That’s a good sign. I feel bad for him but he broke my heart first.

Okay, I’m acting like a child. I honesty feel terrible for Jeremy but sooner or later he’s going to tell me the secret between Courtney and him.

“I’m mean, everyone knew you guys were going to go back together.” Lynn continued.

My head snapped her direction. “What? How?”

“Calm down. It’s just because you guys are always together, arguing like a cute married couple.” Lynn said. “But Tyler is so hot. Your very lucky. I can’t believe he picked you.”

Okay, ouch.

‘What makes you think he wouldn’t pick me?’ I wanted to tell her, but she already walked away, probably to get a better look at Mr. I-think-I’m-hot-but-I’m-not.

After I did a few exercises like Mr. Crow wanted us to do, I walked over to Tyler after making sure that there was absolutely no girls surrounding him.

When I was standing In front of Tyler he spoke first before I even had a chance.

“I saw the way you were looking at me.” He smirked.

“And?”

“And, you don’t have to be jealous Lexi. Come on, I’m all yours babe.” He winked teasingly.

And that wink would make any girl just faint. Or it would make any girl jump on top of him like a crazy girl who can’t resist.

But not this girl. Nope. Na ah.

When no one was looking, I punched him in the gut but it only hurt my knuckles. “I’m not jealous, you lunatic!” I whisper yelled as I tried to use the pain on my hand.

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