The Golden Fake Couple

Chapter Six: Proving them wrong

It's 8am on a Friday morning and I am seriously thinking about how I could live the rest of my life from under this doona cover. I mean think about it. Casey could bring me food, the wifi is updated every month and that's all I really need in life so it's definitely possible. I mean sure that's the issue of moving my muscles so I don't waste away but there's like a tablet or something for that probably. God, who am I kidding? Casey would sooner tip me out of this bed with a forklift before tending to my every need. #friendshipgoals

I quite literally roll out of bed and hit the floor with a thump before fantasizing again about living my life from the floor this time before I pep myself up and head to the shower. I wash my hair and dry myself off before looking at the selection of clothes on offer for the day. Connor was right. I sooo need an update in this wardrobe here. I decide to pull out trusty Tumblr and scroll through some of the basic outfit ensembles that have been tagged as #goals or #ootd and find some really cute outfits that I could actually do with what I have. I grab a plain white t-shirt and my high waisted denim shorts. They're the perfect size so they fit the dress code but still show off my legs. I tuck the front of the t-shirt into my shorts so you can see that they're high waisted and grab my white converse. I lightly curl my blonde hair so it falls in waves at the bottom of my shoulder blades. I do my makeup so it looks natural but accentuates my features, and I'm done. I stand back and actually look at myself in the mirror. I astound myself how I can actually look good when I put a bit of effort in and start asking myself why the hell I hadn't done this before. I get so caught up in grades and not caring about popularity that I think all that stuff has to come with looking average every day. I run downstairs and grab some toast just as the doorbell rings. I look at the front door with a confused face. No one comes over in the mornings except Casey and she has Touch Football practice today. I pop the toast in my mouth as I open the door. My eyes immediately roll back out of instinct as I see the cocky grin standing on my front porch.

"What?" I deadpan him

"Well good morning too, you little ray of sunshine" Connor smiles back like I've exchanged greetings with him or something

"Okay. What are you doing here? School starts in..."

I look down at my phone and my eyes nearly bug out of their heads. Crap! School starts in 10mins!

"Holy hell!" I yell as I run upstairs and pack my bag. I grab the handbag from my door handle and furiously pack all my books inside and run back down the stairs only to realize today's the day I walk because Casey can't take me.

"Crap!" I tell as I take off in the direction of the front door only to be stopped by two oversized hands

"Please. Let's go," I say with a kind of confused expression. I've never been late before and I'm not about to start now. I look down at these massive arms that are stopping me from keeping my perfect attendance record.

"Woah, that was a change in pace". Connor says as he slowly drops his hands.

"Get in. I'll drive you. I can't let my girlfriend walk to school on our first full day of the relationship now can I?" He smirks at me. I just glare in reply and tell him to hurry up or I'll kick him where the sun doesn't shine. He shrugs me off but he does seem to have an element of speed to him now.

As we pull up in school I have 5 minutes left before class starts and I head inside to find Casey. I feel an arm slither around my waist and tense instinctively.

"You have to relax or we'll both be labeled as pathetic wannabes who have to fake it to have a good relationship" he whispers in my ear. I don't care much for labels but I must admit that's probably wouldn't be the greatest way to spend my senior year.

"Well, I know the male body in this arrangement is already one, so what's he worried about?" I look up at him with mock confusion as he glares back at me. I just chuckle and wiggle out of his grasp, dancing away as he tried to grab me back.

"Come on loser your on the football team for a reason! Catch me!" I challenge him in what I hope is a seductive voice. I am well aware of the entire school pretending to have their own conversations as they watch us, some of them not even bothering to hide the jealousy all over their faces. I smirk at this. All the bitching about the goody-two-shoes that's too caught up in her grades for guys. Well, guess what? Now she's got the one you've all been after. Well sort off

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EDIT: I'm going back editing everything so the actual story isn't changing just spelling and Grammar! I don't know if these edits will come up as an update to the story but sorry if it's confusing, I'm just cleaning everything up :)