My Fake Lover

#Lexi’s POV:

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Sometimes I do crazy things when I’m frustrated or mad. During my fourth period class, I snapped at my teacher after he told me to pay attention in class. I responded with, “Why should I pay attention? This is a free country and this class is freaking boring.” I wasn’t even thinking! I didn’t know what I was saying until I said it.

So that’s why I was on my way to detention.

Ugh, your so stupid Lexi! You should have kept you mouth shut!

But it’s true, this is a free country. And I should be able to choose if I want to pay attention or not.

‘What are you saying Lexi? School is important in life!’ My head yelled at me again. My thoughts always seem to disagree with me.

On my way to the room where detention was held, I spotted Mike talking to a girl, or should I say flirting? Ugh, Emily was right. He is a player. He just called me beautiful yesterday. What the hell?!

I tried to pass by him without him seeing me by covering my face with my hair, but I failed because he called after me.

“Lexi! Wait up! I want to talk to you!” He yelled and ran to my side.

I didn’t stop walking so he walked with me. “What up?” I said in a board tone.

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry I ditched you at the dance yesterday.” He apologized.

“It’s okay, we had one dance, at least.” I gave him my best fake smile.

“What are you talking about?” He looked at me confused.

“The dance we shared.” I said, but kept my gaze ahead of me.

“Uh, I was talking about how I completely ditched you?” He said in more of a question kind of way. “My parents went out and the babysitter didn’t show up, so I was stuck at home with my baby sister, babysitting.” He explained.

This made me stop on my tracks and turn completely around to look at Mike wide eyed. “Do you mean to tell me that you weren’t at the

Masquerade dance at all?!” I yelled.

“Uh, yeah?” He said, completely confused. “Is that a problem?”

“Yeah, we danced! Or at least I taught we did!” I couldn’t stop myself from yelling. It’s a good thing that school was over and the hallways were half empty. But the people that were still there, looked at me as if I was a psycho.

Without another word, I stormed off. I can’t believe this. Someone tricked me. More importantly, who is that person!

But I actually have a very good guess. I believe it’s Tyler Evans.

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That amazingly gorgeous jerk who I am in love with, and right now, I don’t even know why.

A small part of me hoped it was him. Actually, a

big part of me hopes it was him. For two reasons. One, I don’t really know any other guys, and that would be plain weird. And two, he called me beautiful. It’s amazing to know that Tyler may think I’m beautiful.

Maybe that means that he actually likes me too.

Wow, hold on there Lexi! Nobody likes you! Tyler probably calls all the girls beautiful. He is a player after all.

But my head is always telling me that I could change him from his player ways.

Okay, I don’t even know if the guy was Tyler. I just have to ask him. But how the hell am I supposed to do that?

Don’t be such a coward Lexi.

Stupidness and cowardliness. That was me for today. First I snap at a teacher and now I’m acting like a complete coward.

I thought about yesterday night, everything’s that’s happened. I danced with a guy that was perfectly fitted in a black suit and white dress shirt underneath. Also he had a black tie. And then he left me saying he’ll get me a drink. Then I find Tyler, the hottie , a short while later by the drinks without a mask. Be he was wearing the same dress shirt and black tie, looking incredibly gorgeous. And Jenna, that slutty red head, told me that Tyler ditched her. So maybe…

My palms stared to sweat as I thought about these things. A small part of me wishes it wasn’t Tyler because everything would be weird and awkward, at least for me. I won’t know what to think, do, or say.

He never told me, that means he didn’t want me to know at the time. He wanted it to remain a mystery. But he had to know that I’ll eventually find out that it wasn’t Mike I was dancing with.

A huge grin spread across my face, I don’t know if he had feelings for me, but he sure did call me beautiful.

When I finally got in the detention room, I walked in with my phone in hand. I needed to text my mom, telling her I’ll be an hour late.

When I looked up from it, I nearly jumped up in surprise and dropped my phone to the ground. “What the hell?” I breathed out to myself, trying to calm my nerves.

I didn’t see him there, but there he was, with his signature smirk, his legs resting on top of the desk, and his body leaning low in the seat. “W-what are you doing here?” I moved strands of hair out of my face. Seriously, why was I stuttering? I never used to be nervous around him. If I though my palms was sweating before, it was definitely sweating now.

“I’m always here.” The smirk never left his face.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot that bad boy side of him.

“What did you do know?” I asked, taking a seat on the same row but three desks away from him. I didn’t want to be too close to him. I might do something insanely stupid.

“Teachers are just idiots. They take everything

way to seriously.” He ignored my question, but gave me a hint that it was a negative attitude with a teacher.

“Tell me about it.” I muttered with an eye roll.

“Tyler Evans.” An old small teacher came walking in the classroom. “Why am I not surprised to see you here?” She shook her head disapprovingly but still had a smile on her face.

“Hey Mrs. Adams.” Tyler smirked her way. “Looking fine as ever.”

The old lady let out a chuckle. “And who is this fine lady?” She asked as she pulled her glasses low on her nose, looking at me. Before I had a chance to answer, Tyler did.

“She’s my sister.” Tyler lied. Mrs. Adams looked down a sheet of paper in her hands, nodding to Tyler’s reply.

I looked at him questionably. ‘ Watch me ‘, he mouthed.

“She’s very sick ma’m.” Tyler lied again. He was fighting a smile that was eager to show up on his adorable face. “She can’t talk. And she has an important appointment at the hospital right now, but she’s going to miss it because of this stupid detention.” Tyler shook his head in fake pity.

I sent a secret glare his way and he just smirked. “Is this true?” The lady asked me witch made me turn my gaze towards her. I decided to play along and nod my head. “Aw, you poor thing.” Mrs. Adams said, looking at me with a frown. “You know what, go ahead, bring your sister to her appointment.” She told Tyler.

I smiled and almost said ‘thank you’ but stopped myself and just gave her a smile.

“And that’s how I get out of detention.” Tyler said proudly as soon as we were out the detention room.

“Idiot.” I shoved him playfully and couldn’t keep that smile off my face. “Is that all you got, I can’t talk? She could find out, you know.”

“Do you want to go back there and explain to her that this was all a joke. And then stay in school for another hour.”

I shook my head. “But I can’t go home. I already told my mom I’ll be an hour late. If I go back now, she’ll know somethings up.”

“That’s why we’re going to have an hour of fun.”

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As I sat by Tyler in the passenger seat of his car this whole ten minutes of driving, I thought about if I should talk about the masquerade ball. Was it really him? It feels impossible.

I fell in love with this jerk. I fell in love with a guy that I once wanted to hit with a baseball ball multiple times. I hated him, but now it’s the opposite.

And I’m scared if he doesn’t like me the way I do.

Like!

I’m worried if he doesn’t like me. And I love him! I’m in for some deep shit!

“Are you okay?” Tyler broke me from my thoughts.

He worries about me? Is that a good sign?

I really need some help.

“Yeah, why you asking?” I mumbled.

“Because I just asked you a question and you didn’t even answer me.” He shrugged, but didn’t take his eyes off the road in front of him.

Oops!

“Uh… what did you say? I was thinking about uh, my school project.” I lied.

Tyler let out a chuckle obviously seeing through my lies. “I asked you if you’d like some ice cream.”

“Yes!” I blurted out. What can I say? Ice cream is heavenly. I just love ice cream! It’s like a cure. Every time I’m feeling down, or stressed, I need ice cream. And when I say need, I mean I have to have it or somebody gets hurt.

So that’s where we went to start off with “an hour of fun”.

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