The Art of Playing Pretend (On Hold)

5. Violet

A/N Ashton's so hot.

This chapter is dedicated to elegantinsanity because it's her birthday! Happy birthday Sarah!

And this is not edited. Okay onto the story.

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I clenched my fists as I stared at Matt flirting with Emily, a girl in our history class. I hated her so much. I hated that I still love Matt. Ugh, life sucks.

I clenched my fists even more when I saw Matt start to kiss her neck. She giggled and glared at me. She looked back Matt and kissed his lips.

Please kill me.

Class started and I could not keep my eyes off them. They kept on poking each other and looking at each other and giggling. It was so disgusting and annoying. I hate to say that I'm a hypocrite though. I used to do those things during class with Matt. Now that he's not my problem I may actually start paying attention and actually start getting good grades in this class.

I looked at my teacher and tried to pay attention to his lesson, but I couldn't. I looked back at Matt. So much for a better grade. I held my pencil as I took down notes while looking at Matt and Emily.

Matt laughed at her. He then leaned over and gave her a peck on the lips. He took off his hoodie and put it over her shoulders. Apparently it's cold, even though it's pretty warm in the classroom. Yeah, she so needs his hoodie. Matt glanced at me and smirked.

"Emily, you're the best. My old girlfriend was such a pain in the ass."

That was when I growled and broke my pencil in half. In front of the whole class.

Please, please kill me now.

Matt and Emily laughed at me and the people around me sent me sympathetic looks. This day seriously sucks.

"Vi," Lizzy whispered at me.

I turned to look at her. "Yeah?"

"Chill. Don't get so worked up."

I told Lizzy all about what happened with Matt before school started. She was sad because one of her favorite ships had sunk, but then she totally switched moods and started calling him every offensive word she could think. This is why I love her. She's seriously the best friend ever and I feel terrible because she's the better friend in own relationship.

I sighed and rubbed my temples. "I'm trying, Lizzy. It's just... you know..."

"Yeah, I know."

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"So, are you going to get revenge on Matt?" Lizzy asked as we walked to the cafeteria.

"Um, well," I said, "I had a plan. But the person part of the plan didn't agree with it."

"Why was I not informed of this plan?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't have enough time to tell you this morning," I said sympathetically. "Basically I asked Xander to be my fake boyfriend when he was comforting me. I want to make Matt jealous and have him crawling back to me."

Lizzy laughed. "Oh my God, Vi. That's such a terrible plan."

I scoffed. "Oh, and you have a better one?"

Lizzy put her hands on her hips. "Um, of course I do. I can think of many different and better plans than that one."

"Oh really, huh? Do any of them involve Matt begging me to take him back?"

"Well, no. But-"

"But nothing."

"Seriously, Vi. He's bad for you."

"But I love him."

Lizzy sighed. "Ugh, fine. I don't control you. But you can't say I didn't tell you so."

"Okay, that's good."

Lizzy rolled her eyes. "But do you really think Xander is the best option?"

"He's our best friend. Why would you think he's not the best option?" I asked in confusion.

"Because he- he- you know- "

"But I don't."

Lizzy sighed. She said something under her breath.

"What was that?" I asked.

She gave me a smirk. "Oh, nothing. Nothing at all."

Oh, okay then...

We continued to walk until we finally reached our table in the corner. Xander was alone, picking at his food.

"It's not good to play with your food, you know?" I said as I sat down across from him.

"I'm not feeling so great today," he sighed.

"It's Friday, though! C'mon, be happy!"

"Yeah, I guess. But this is our second
day of school. Friday isn't much to look forward to at the moment."

Lizzy coughed. "Friday is still appreciated. But guys, can you come tomorrow?"

I instantly stiffed up. It was the anniversary of her mom's death. Oh God, I totally forgot about it. This is why I'm such a shitty friend. "Yes, of course."

"Meet at your house at one?" Xander asked. Lizzy nodded.

"Lizzy," I asked. "Is Danny coming?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. I know Uncle Michael is coming for sure though."

"You know," Xander said, "I'm pretty sure I heard Danny talk today."

Lizzy and I both gasped. "What?! When?!"

"During history. I'm pretty sure I saw him talking to Garrett."

I shrugged. "I just think you were hearing things, honestly."

Xander sighed. "Yeah, you're probably right."

Lizzy bit her lip and hung her head low on disappointment.

She really does miss him...

We ate our lunches and talked about our teachers. I had two classes with Lizzy and three with Xander. I also had one with Danny, but I don't even think he knows we're in the same class. Before I knew it, the bell rang. We all got up and threw our trash away.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow," Lizzy said.

Xander and I said goodbye to her and headed to science class. Ugh, I seriously hate science. When we we're almost there, something to our left caught my eye. I saw Matt making out Emily. I shut my eyes and carefully breathed in and out. I clenched and unclenched my fists. I hung my head down and I walked passed. Xander grabbed my arm and I looked up at him.

"Vi, how much do you want Matt back?" he asked.

"A lot. My heart hurts without him," u said as I stared at Matt.

Xander closed his eyes and sighed.
"Okay. I'll do it."

I looked at him in confusion. "Wait, what?"

"I help you with your plan to get him back. I'll be your fake boyfriend."

My face instantly broke out into a smile. "Really?! Thank you thank you thank you!" I hugged him.

"Well, you are my friend. I should help you in these situations."

"Right," I said. "Now, onto the first act of this plan."

Okay, and what is that?" He asked.

I smirked and pushed Xander against the lockers. I slammed my hands on both sides of him and looked him deeply in the eyes. Before he could object, I slammed my lips onto his.

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A/N Well, that escalated quickly. Anyway, thank you so much for reading. Until next time, goodbye!

-Lauren