Fake Love - Kevin Khatchadourian (Ezra Miller)

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His eyes are on me. My hands are intertwined with his and I know everyone is jealous of us. Why else would they be staring and whispering for?

It wasn't an everyday thing that such a pretty girl would enter with such, well with Kevin. He was attractive but I could see why people felt the need to be as far away from him as they could be. I liked the mystery, plus he would be all mine.

I smiled at the girls who failed to take quick glances at us. They were all faking it, faking being happy for us. It didn't matter anyways. It's not like their opinions actually mattered.

Kevin didn't even seem to give a fuck so why should I? I'd consider our selves very powerful, more like the true bosses here. Everyone could see that. They were scared of Kevin because of the vibes he gave off. And me. Well it might have been my previous records that were leaked around the whole school.

"Ignore them" Kevin whispered in my ear. I nodded slightly leaning my head against his shoulders. I wasn't bothered but I could feel the harsh glare Kevin sent to a group of jocks next to our study hall classroom. I scoffed mentally at the stupidity around us. This was all stupid. The only thing I would benefit from all this dramatic shit is power.

We both sat in our usual places in the back and watched as more students filled the seats. Empty seats surrounded us. Exactly what I wanted. We were both the outcasts, but we weren't like any other ones. They feared us and didn't want anything to do with us.

Freshman would even keep their distance. In the hallways me and Kevin were inseparable. With an arm wrapped around my waist, I walked down the halls confident in myself. Kevin was just there, as a sidekick. But he allowed this side of me to come out for once. I was no longer the small little wild Lolita the school would think twice about.

I was allowed to be mean and ruthless with Kevin. I was always in the schools mind now.

At lunch we were at our usual seats. With both our lunches untouched,we talked. About how we looked to others. There were those who sat all alone, afraid of being mistreated and finding friends. There was that one group of friends who always messed around with each other. The popular ones.

Then there was us. The messed up ones. The ones who were dropped as a child. We knew what people were saying behind our backs. And we both laughed it off. Literally, Kevin had become more comfortable with me. His laugh would calm me down, it would calm down all my dangerous thoughts.

"Maybe if that pretty head of yours stopped thinking, we would be putting on an entertaining show right about now" Kevin coughed, licking his lips from the sandwich he had taken a bite out of. I stared at him confusingly and went back to zoning off.

He placed his hand on the lower spot of my back and brought me closer to him. A few kisses were sloppily placed along my neck. My thoughts came crashing down and I felt satisfied. I liked seeing him take control and I loved seeing the faces of those who kept scanning us up and down.

"Not now, darling" I told him cupping his face with both my cheeks, "There's this teacher lounge we could go in" I reassured him giving him a small peck. He picked me up from my spot along with our backpacks. Kevin made sure his arm was tightly placed around my shoulder.

Ignoring our trash left on the table, we both walked to the exit. I twisted my head and saw most of the cafeteria's eyes on the back of our heads. Once I caught a few, they all went back to picking at their foods.

I sighed and pushed open the door to let me and Kevin out.

"Maybe we should ditch, I'm not feeling my best" I suggested to Kevin. He raised an eyebrow before checking the area around us.

"Why not" He smirked grabbing onto my hand. I grinned at him and took out the keys to my mothers car.

"Mother had to go walking to work today " I informed Kevin. I threw him the keys. He placed a finger into the key's ring and swung it around. There was something in my stomach that didn't let me rest. It didn't let me have fun. It especially didn't make me feel good about something. It made me feel something for real. And that's never happened before.