His Fake Girlfriend || L•F B1// COMPLETED

Chapter 1

*This story is in the process of editing..*

Yuna's POV

That smile~
That' beautiful smile.
It's taunting me from afar and he knows it's. I know it! As of fact, I always knew it was too good to be true! But the heart of mine just wants to do what it do~
And completely screw me over.

Not only consistently reminding myself that it was all apart of the 'agreement!,' I tend to realize that since it was that,
that~! Was. All. Fake.
A scenario, event, spin off, it's on freaking genre for goodness sakes!

I feel those eyes on me, but if I look I'll just give in and it's not right...

Although I could be a bit delusional and just want you to be looking at me...but it's definitely to risky to peek.

But I could just..

...oh...

Sigh.

I guess I just thought our kiss meant more.

I can't do this anymore, I need to leave. Leave and go as far as I can away from you!

I fell in love, with you, and it has come to seem you could only make me feel like this.

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1 MONTH EARLIER

A voice of thrill left my lips as I had come to the realize the completion of all of my past due assignments. The excitement got to me as a nap deemed suitable after such a long day. I closed my binder, setting it inside my backpack on the floor. I made my way to my bed crawling under the covers quick and easy. With Christmas recently just happening, the weather wasn't so quick to change, so it was very much toe biting cold.

Closing my eyes I felt the relaxation seek in as I began to drift off into my slumber, yet it was interrupted by the sound of a loud crash, I jumped up quickly allowing my eyes to scan the sight of where the noise came from.

"Felix?!" I yelled in a mono sort of tone as my eyes focused on the male standing by my window. "Yuna?" his voice escaped his lips and he simply spoke in a deep, yet harsh voice as he walked over to my bed. He laid himself down and the stench of alcohol seemed to excruciate my nostrils.

My hand lifted to my face and I spoke calmly, "god, you reek. What happened?"

Me and Felix have sort of a long past. I have no idea how long he's lived next to me exactly, but memory reaches back to the 2nd grade. I would say what we have is a friendship?

Well what we had.

He sort of just stopped talking to me and grew distant after junior high. He often avoided me in public places when he gained new friends, looks, and a bit of fame. He deemed to be embarrassed of me, so I backed off as well.

It's actually as if he changed to a different person over the years and just became known as a dickhead. Well, definitely towards me. Oh, and let's not even get started on Jinhee. The schools perfect little angel that could never do wrong to anyone.

The tailed strand of hair left to fend for itself behind my ear says otherwise! Who am I to judge though? He's happy having fun! They've pretty much experienced everything adult like together.

Although I do remember a very young, kindhearted Jinhee that loved any and everyone.

I don't understand what happened, but after she met Nioonie she just casted me away and shut me out. It hurt a lot, I mean we used to be so close..

Along with Felix she changed everything! From hair, to style, attitude, personality! She's no longer the saner person and I hate it..

Back to Felix anyways,

He knew my parents, I knew his.

Our parents were great friends and they would sit down and do this thing where they would make jokes , and side comments about how their grandchildren are going to look, or even wedding ideas!

Whatever all that means, they had no idea exactly how distant we had grown from each other. Or at least I don't think they do. The most contact we have come in with over the years is him, like in this moment, crashing through my window shitfaced at 2 a.m!

Then he gets up at some random time in the morning to climb back OUT my window, and leave! It's become such a major routine that I tend to just keep my window open from now on.

I cared for him as a friend deeply, but I knew we really were not.

"I need your help." His slurred speech came out mumbled as he laid still. "With what?" I questioned quietly checking the time. I had received no response by the time I had shut my phone back off, so I assumed he was sleeping.

He would tell me in the morning if it was important. If not and it was all just a drunken request, he'll leave like usual, with no say.

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This story is in process of editing..