Don't Fall for Me, My Fake Lover

ONE - A hot guy talked to me

Don’t Fall for Me, My Fake Lover

CHAPTER 01 – A hot guy talked to me

by: Fhrell Cee

A/N: This is the first story that I have finished here in Wattpad. This is already an ‘editorial note,’ the original notes were already deleted. Hopefully some mistakes were corrected in this edition. Thanks for visiting and clicking this story. I hope that you might like it and continue reading till the end. I enjoyed writing the twist and turns of events in this story so without further ado.... Happy reading! ~ fcee

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Our second period is literature class with our new substitute teacher. Professor Odette Briton is discussing about books of William Shakespeare, the famous love story Romeo and Juliet. I’m not actually listening. My interest is not on the book. I‘m more focussed on the real thing, the Romeo in flesh – Carlo. I am looking at the tall and handsome Carlo Stewart. The Greek god sculpted by heaven for all the women in the world to see.

Carlo has the wink which can make any girl drool to death. He is the one on whose feet all girls will kneel at. I am also part of that cult that secretly reveres him. I admire him from head to toe always taking pictures of him when he is not looking. I have a huge collection of those pictures in my room, in the pages of my notebook and the inside of my locker.

Carlo is the guy of my dreams. He is the only guy I dream to be with. I will probably go to a monastery and become a nun if he marries someone else. But I know that I will not become a nun. That will never happen because Carlo’s destiny is me. He is my Romeo and I am his Juliet.

Carlo is just three seats away from me, to the right. He is the reason why I am sitting in my current position. My sole purpose is to have a pretty good view of him.

He is looking at me, gazing at my eyes. His pale hazel eyes seep into my core as his thin lips descends on mine. I close my eyes anticipating his moist lips to touch mine. And then the cold seeps through my skin. I sigh as the autumn wind blows away my fantasy. And I come back to the world where he still doesn’t know I exist. 

I rub my eyes and look at my beloved once again wishing for my fantasy to return. It always happen like that, the moment he is finally going to kiss me in my dreams, the real world comes knocking in.

I look down at my notebook and flip it to a page where I have some pictures of him. I took them without him knowing. I smile thinking of how I hid myself during those times while clicking hastily on the camera buttons.

One of my classmates is reciting the line when Romeo was talking with Juliet on the balcony and I am imaging the scenes. Carlo looks handsome in the costume of a nobleman while I am beautiful in an elegant Italian gown.

I am sitting at my chair and my eyes still looking at him when somehow, he turns to where I am and our eyes just stare at each other. A simple smile curves his thin lips. Then he winks and combs his layered cut chestnut-brown hair with his right hand. A split second later, I am still looking at him and his eyes are pinned on Diana, my best friend who is reading Juliet’s lines for the whole class.

Although I am not sure if it was just my imagination or it did happen. My heart still is on frenzy. My mind acts like a broken DVD player playing that scene repeatedly. My heart beats like there is no tomorrow. I am secretly hoping that what I saw indeed happened.

I turn around and immediately feel a burning stare from an evil eye. Maiden is looking at me like I had just eaten the last piece of her birthday cake. I know the reason why. It is probably because I was looking at Carlo since the class started.