Pretending

Chapter 1

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Blake - stupid - Hunter.

How I hate his name and the guy who wears it, I scowl, instantly spotting him when I enter the classroom. As if reading my mind, his light blue eyes, so unfortunately similar to my own, lock onto mine.

His flirty stance to the girls surrounding him turns more rigid, a glare replaces his bored look and a smirk appears on his face immediately after, making his single dimple stand out.

Did you know dimples are simply
atrophied muscles? That's right, take that dickhead.

Mr. Jerk Hunter probably hates me as much as I hate him, but unlike me, he doesn't have a rational motive for the natural dislike. Seriously, it's been a week since I put foot in this school. I never ever met him in my life before, I never spoke to him, much less did something that would offend him this much.

My reason is much more justified.

I hate him because he started hating me first. There!

"Good morning, beautiful!" Shouts a voice, interrupting one of my many inner monologues.

As if by magic, a featherlight kiss lands on my cheek right afterwards and a hand tousles my already tousled raven hair. Just what I wanted, a lunatic look to match my morning grumpiness.

The only upside I find in this situation is that my curls can now hide my deep scarlet blush.

"Cat ate your tongue?"  He teases, seating right next to me.

I carefully look up at Dylan, at his kind amber eyes and soft features, his dark hair always uncombed in smooth waves that make you want to touch it, if only to feel the softness of it.

Dylan - sweet - Hemingway, I giggle like a five year old. Now that's a name I've come to like.

He's the perfect image of an American boy next door. Handsome, charming, confident, funny... Since my first day here, he hasn't left my side, constantly making jokes to lift my usual cranky mood, offering to share his lunch with me, walking me to classes, introducing me to his friends... I'm so enthralled  with him, I don't notice the solemn shadow that suddenly rises next to us.

However, I don't really need to look up to see who it's from. The change on Dylan's demeanor is evidence enough.

"Hey man, what's up?" He asks with a big smile.

In an instant, the whole class is quiet to see what their star quarterback says to his best friend. That's right, I still can't believe cute Dylan is best friends with flipping baboon Hunter. It just can't reach my poor mind.

My good mood set by Dylan immediately spirals into a mountain on fire. Bum, gone.

"What do you think you're doing, Hemingway?" He almost shouts, as irritable as usual.

I really don't understand. Both Dylan and Hunter are equally popular, being the top athletes in this school and all - Dylan is the captain of the basketball team - but it seems like everyone mindlessly worships only the buttface Blake. Not only that, but everyone wants to be him or with him. It's like they're possessed by the devil.

There's no other explanation because who, in their good judgment, wants to have anything, but I repeat, any-little-insignificant-thing, to do with a lamahead like him.

I mean, yes, he's 6'3 of pure hotness, yes he has a straight nose, high cheekbones, kissable lips (not that I know from experience, just stating facts) and a prominent jaw that provides him a pristine god statue look sculpted by Michelangelo, and yes, he's intelligent enough to distinguish your from you're, but come on! He's not a gentleman like Dylan, he's not sympathetic, he's rude, cruel, arrogant, obnoxious, stubborn, petulant, and the list goes on and on.

Dylan doesn't even know how to respond him.

"I-huh..."

I grunt with annoyance from the ridiculousness of the situation, which only wins me a death glare from the dickhead. I'm lucky enough that our teacher suddenly shows up.

"Mr. Hunter!" Mr. Robinson calls, entering the room right when the bell rings. "Please take your seat, I would like to start my lesson."

Seems like this won't be our first discussion, after all.

I keep looking straight ahead, not daring to meet Hunter's disdainful gaze.

"Okay class." The teacher begins, his greasy bald head almost blinding me with how effective it's reflecting the sun rays. "Today we're going..."

I sigh, knowing for sure that I already learned and aced this subject. Since young, all school related subjects always came easy for me. I loved to know things, to discover facts on my own, to be on top of everything (no innuendo here). I still love, which makes people a little frightened of me.  It's a darn problem... for them. You could say I'm intellectually thirsty, I'm a vampire hunting know-

Zzzz zzzz

I look around me, in search of the sound that interrupted my thoughts.

Zzzz zzzz

I hear again, coming from my leather shoulder bag. Dylan is giving me weird looks, so he probably also heard it. Taking a peek at my teacher  to see him writing equations, I open it, revealing my alighted phone. Good thing I have it on vibration mode.

I stealthy check my messages from an unknown number.

Don't think you can escape next time.

What the-?

We have a matter to discuss.