Faking It For Real ✔

Ch 6

The clock struck 12 and I fiddled with my fingers in nervousness. 

Should I go? Should I not?  The words echoed in my mind on loop and I tried to think of something but found nothing.

With a loud exhale, I stood up. I was frustrated, with myself, with Drake, with everyone. 

I quietly made my way out of my room, every creak of the wooden door, every small thud of my feet on the marble floor felt like a noise that would wake my parents up. 

Nonetheless, I made my way out of my apartment and with the click of the closed door, I let out a relieved breath. 

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The tires squealed to a halt in front of his home as I stared at his window. The light was turned on, the curtains were drawn and I didn't know what to do.

I took a deep breath, and with trembling fingers, I called him. This was it. He'll be mine again.

I waited and waited for him to pick up. But he didn't. I dialed again. And again. And then again. But he didn't pick up.

My heart plummeted, the small spark of hope seemed to be dying. I drew a determined breath. There was no way I would lose. This game belonged to me. I would certainly win. 

I opened my Instagram and was shocked to see Bella's post on my feed. 

It was a picture of her and Drake, kissing at a club, with drinks in their hands and Bella's minions scattered in the background. 

The caption read, "Living my best life with my man 🍾💋💃"

I felt my blood boil as I stared at the picture. How could Drake do this to me?

I couldn't believe he would ditch me like this. Wasn't he the one who asked me to his place? Was he playing a game all along? Did he ever even care about me?

Questions raced through my mind as I tried to make sense of what had happened. I had given Drake everything—my heart, my trust, my love—and he had thrown it all away for Bella?!

She didn't love Drake like I did. She didn't know him like I did.

I felt a lump in my throat as the tears began to fall. I had been so blind, so stupid. I should have seen this coming. I should have known that Drake was too good to be true.

I sniffled, wiping my tears away and opening up the post again. I tapped on the location tag, my heart racing. The Electric Lounge, it read. A notorious nightclub known for its wild parties and exclusive guest list. I knew exactly where to go.

Without a second thought, I started my car and began driving towards the nightclub. 

My hands were shaking on the steering wheel as my mind was flooded with a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, betrayal, sadness, and a hint of desperation all mixed together in a confusing cocktail.

I pulled up to the club, the bass from the music inside thumped loudly, shaking the very ground beneath me.

The bright neon lights blinged in the dark night as I made my way to the entrance, bypassing the long line of people eagerly waiting to get inside.

I raised my chin, acting like a snobbish rich princess as I flipped my hair out of my face.

I strode confidently towards the bouncer, my heels clicking on the pavement. I looked him straight in the eye and flashed him a charming yet entitled smile.

"I'm on the guest list," I lied smoothly, my voice exuding an air of superiority. 

The bouncer eyed me for a moment, taking in my stylish outfit and impeccable makeup. He seemed to be weighing his options before finally nodding and stepping aside to let me pass.