My Fake Lover

She was a girl I banged a few months ago. That’s all I did with her, I didn’t want to talk to her anymore. Why was she even talking to me? Didn’t she get what she wanted? Cause there was no way I’m giving it to her again. Especially when I like someone else.

“What do you want?” I stared down at her as she twirled her blonder hair on her finger and bit her bottom lip.

“I want what every girl in this school wants. You.”

Not every girl. Lexi doesn’t want me.

I ignored Brooke and looked behind her where Lexi was going through her locker.

“I have to go.” I told Brooke as I tried to go towards Lexi, but she stopped me.

“Wait, I want to ask you something.” Brooke put a hand on my chest and I shoved it away.

“What?” I asked, frustration clear in my voice.

“I was wondering if…” ‘ Spill it already!’, I wanted to yell at her slow talking as I glanced at Lexi. I wanted to talk to her. Why was she over my house yesterday? “… you wanted to go to the dance with me tonight.” I looked at Brooke. Is she serious? Why would I go with her? If anyone, I’d go with Lexi.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

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I looked up to look at Lexi and saw her talking to one of the guys in the soccer team. Why the hell was he talking to her? And when I say talking, I mean flirting.

I clenched my fist together. Why would he need to talk to her, I felt like breaking his nose.

‘Calm down Tyler!’ I told myself and unclenched my fist. She’s not even mine, as much as I want her to be.

I glared at him even though he wasn’t looking at me.

“So, you in?” I heard the guy say, witch name was Mike. He’d a player. He isn’t good for Lexi. He’s just trying to get in her pants.

I couldn’t here the rest of the conversation cause of the far distance.

“Tyler?” I looked back down at Brooke. Why was he still here?! Why am I asking so many questions to myself?

“What?” I asked. This was like my third time saying that.

“I still need an answer.” She smiled.

“Look Brooke, I really need to go.” I said and walked passed her but stopped when I seen that’s Lexi has already left.

“Shit.” I mumbled. I should’ve left before. I should’ve ignore Brooke. And Lexi wouldn’t have to talk to Mike.

It’s the jealousy taking over me.

I turned around to be once again trapped by another girl. I huffed in annoyance and looked at the red head who came to my house yesterday. She was one of Caleb’s bimbo’s and she came into my room pretending that she tried to find the guest room where Caleb was staying at.

-Flashback-

“You need stop bringing your dates over. I’m tired of hearing the moans every night.” I smirked at Caleb who was sitting on the bed in the guest room with a magazine, waiting for his date to come out the bathroom.

“Come on dude, I wouldn’t complain if you bring a girl over.” He said, not taking his eyes off the magazine.

I rolled my eyes and walked back to my room before his date came back.

I put in my adidas jogging pants and took off my shirt. The way I like to sleep.

I got on my bed and just as I was about to start on my stupid homework my bedroom door opened revealing a small red head. She was cute, but not as cute as Lexi. Lexi was the prettiest girl I’ve ever met.

‘Shut the hell up Tyler!’

I swear, I’m turning into a girl . Sooner or later, I’m going to be squealing when I see the color pink or ‘awing’ when I see a cute puppy walking down the street.

“Oh, I thought this was Caleb’s room.” She smiled shyly. “Your house is just too big.” She laughed. It was obviously a lie. I knew what she wanted.

“Well then, good night.” I rolled my eyes and looked back down at my homework.

If this took place months ago, I would gladly take this girl. But Lexi was the only thing on my mind.

I didn’t pay no attention to her and that’s why I didn’t notice when she walked all the way across the room until she sat on my bed.

“Can I help you? I’m really good at chemistry.” She whispered and leaned in, trying to kiss my neck but I leaned away. What the hell was wrong with this girl?

Before I got the chance to yell at her to get the hell out, Malinda, my maid called me. “Tyler, you got company.”

-End of Flashback-

“What do you want?” I asked the red head.

“Do you-”

Before I let her finish, I walked away, frustrated. I know exactly what she was going me to ask.

When I turned the corner another girl popped up in front of me.

“Shit. Emily. You sacred the-”

“Ssh.” She glared at me.

“What do you want?” God, that was the third time I asked that question. Three different girls in less than fifteen minutes. “Wait, not you too.” I groaned in frustration.

“What?” She looked confused.

“You wanna go to the dance with me?” I looked at her questionably.

“What? God no.” She scrunched up her nose. “I just came to tell you that Mike asked Lexi the the party and she said yes !” She said in anger. “Like, why would he ask her, sure they had a few small talks, but they barely know each other. And why would she even go with him? I didn’t talk to her about it but…”

Emily continued on with her rant but I was too mad to listen to the rest. She’s right. Why would Lexi even go with him if she barely even knows him? I guess she’s desperate for a date. But she won’t have any, cause I need to freaking kill that guy. I know for a fact that he just wants to find a way to get in her pants.

“I can’t believe you didn’t ask her.” Emily glared at me.

“Like she would go with me .” I snorted.

“Okay, who are you taking to the masquerade dance?” Emily asked, putting her hands in her hips.

“The red head.” I smirked, knowing that I didn’t actually plan it. And that I wouldn’t stay with her the whole night, I’m just going to take her with me and ditch her there.

“The red head?” Emily raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know her name?” She scoffed.

“Nope.” I said and walked around her. This is night, is going to be a long night.

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