Fake it

Chapter 3

I feel my phone vibrate next to me, I look over at it and check the caller id, it was Nicole.

"Hello?" I groan.

"Is it true?!!" She yells into the phone.

I sigh. "Is what true?"

I hear her exhale, she pauses and then begins saying "As i was walking home, I bumped into Oliver. He seemed pissed off about something, so i asked him why he looked that way and he told me that you had a boyfriend. At first I laughed, because well.. you.. having a boyfriend? But he seemed serious. And when i asked what happened, he told me to ask you." She says in a breathe.

It's funny how every time I get put in some sort of sentence involving relationships, I get laughed at. But as much as I didn't want to keep this whole thing a secret from Nicole, I didn't feel like dealing with her rants right now. I've had enough of that today.

"Nicole.. I don't know how to explain it right now. I'm kinda tired and your not making it any easier" I say, laying down on my bed with my feet dangling from the edge of my bed.

"I thought you liked Oliver. What the hell Yve! Spill the beans chica." she taunts.

" What was that dad?! oh look at that, I umm.. can't talk now I gotta go groom my... turtle" I say quickly hanging up unsure of how I would explain the whole mess I've caused, tomorrow.
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My eyes shoot open to the smell of toast. Burnt, toast.

In this house it's never a good sign when you smell burnt... anything. Here it's just me, my dad and my brother Jonathan. And cooking isn't their specialty. Living with them isn't always flowers and ponies, when my mom left us, I was 7 and my brother was 10. I guess you can say she left for another man, I never really shared why she left, but the only people that know is Nicole. My dad was devastated but we all eventually moved forward. I can tell you it's hard not having a mother, especially when you're the only female in your family.

You can guess the surprise I gave my dad when I had my first period. We were eating at a dinner and all I remember is that I felt wet down there, thinking I pissed myself. It came out of no where and I was freaking out thinking I was going to die. Of course my dad came to the rescue and dragged Jon and I to the pharmacy.

Of course now with my older brother in college it's been a lot easier, its just that dad wasn't the best cook, and hasn't progressed ever since. That's why I'm the only one that does most of the cooking. And smelling burnt toast. Well you can guess the heart attack it gave me.

I quickly got up from bed, completely ignoring the fact that I probably looked like a mess, and rushed down stairs.
"Dad?! Are you okay?!" I yell rushing down the stairs, almost tripping.

"Heheh.. yea I'm fine" He says chuckling a bit. I look over next to him seeing that it wasn't toast I was smelling but bacon. It's a mystery really how this man can make things smell different.

I frown looking up at him with my hands on my hips. "How many times have I told you to wait until I wake up so I can do breakfast. You can really set this house on fire someday."

My dad hangs his head down in shame. " But you were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake you up.. plus dont you think it's a bit late for you to make breakfast right now? And I was hungry" he says pouting at his burnt bacon.

I freeze on the spot. Late? I look over at the time and see that it's 7:50 am. I was supposed to be leaving at that time.

"Jesus! Dad! Why didn't you wake me up sooner?!" I freak out pacing around the room. I've never been late before. And I can tell you it's not a great feeling. Especially since I have a huge test today.

"Sorry." he says mouthful of his burnt bacon.

"Dad don't eat that. Tell Jonathan to order something." I say rushing up stairs to my room.
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I stride to my trigonometry classroom. Looking to each side of the hallway, the classes seem to be still in session. Hopefully I'm not too late.

I see the room come into view, I place my hand on the door knob and at that moment that I stopped moving my body felt languid. My body falls forward on the door pushing it open, causing me to slam it against the wall, with me on the floor still holding only onto the knob.

I flinch at the noise and looked up. I see Mr. Anderson looking at me speechless and surprised to see me, I slowly turn my head and see my classmates, some at the urge of laughing, a few looked concerned. While many, took this as an advantage to copy off each other.

"Are you, okay?" The voice of Mr. Anderson snaps me out of my thoughts. I nod and slowly get up holding onto the knob, facing the ground the whole time. I feel my cheeks burn up, as I tighten my grip on the strand of my book bag.

As I head to my seat towards the corner, I get a few glances thrown my way as I set my stuff down. I take out a pencil and wait for Mr.Anderson to hand me the test. I glance at the clock, and realize that there is only five minutes left to class.

Way to go Yvette. Take your time some more, next time.

As I'm cursing under my breathe i hear a scratching noise and then a voice from the loud speaker. They clear their throat and say "This is a reminder to all students, starting next week Monday you'll all be receiving different schedules. Monday you will all go to your homeroom and pick up your new schedules. Thank you and have a nice Friday"

As the announcement finishes I hear groans and the suck of teeth around the classroom. I myself am kinda of glad, I have had no luck for the past months trying to make friends in any of my classes, I'm lucky to have lunch with Oliver and Nicole.

The bell rings and everyone rushes to pack up and head to their next class. Wait! The test!

"Yvette can you come here for a moment" I hear Mr.Anderson say, not even looking up to see my reply.

I walk towards him timidly. "Yes?" I ask.

"Because of your tardiness, you were not able to complete your test." He says finally looking up after moments of writing. " So in order for you to make up that time, you will have to come during your lunch period or afterschool today."

Ugh, I'm hungry I don't want to skip lunch, maybe I can come afterschool, that way I have more time to study. "Umm.. I guess I'll come afterschool" I say brushing my hands through my hair. He nods understandingly and continues to grade assignments, I then rush out of the classroom to my nest class.
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" I think you should ditch that test, and come shopping with me." Nicole says breaking the silence between all three of us at our lunch table.

I look over at Oliver, and see that he isn't even acknowledging us, just looking at his food. He hasn't spoken to me all day, and I get the feeling that he's mad at me.

"I told you Nicole. This test is 50% of my grade, maybe tomorrow." I reason dragging my plastic fork over the mashed potatoes.

"Fine." She huffs taking a sip of her orange juice. She then sits up unexpectedly with a glint in her eye." So. Yve, tell me about this so called boyfriend of yours" Nicole says, smirking. Knowing perfectly well I told her not to say anything in front of Oliver.

I see Oliver tense up, but doesn't look up. I freeze, and look up at her giving her a look saying shut up! not now!!.

" How did this happen exactly?" Nicole continues ignoring my pry.

I was about to reply to Nicole when I get cut off by Oliver as he gets up and says " I got to go, I'll catch up to you guys later, okay?"

I see him get up and not once does he look at me. As he throws his lunch away, I wonder if I had anything to do with this.
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Hey guys, sorry for the boring chapter. But the next chapter will definitely be much more interesting!!

And i don't know if you can tell but, I have added a few more things as well as edited a few snipets.

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Di