🆃🅸🅺🆃🅾🅺 🅱🅾🆈🆂 🅿🆃.2

J.C.

Warnings: some violence. And  it's gonna be long and there's a fake friend in it soo...

(Based of a true story, some part are true, this just ends happier)

TITLE: its not fake
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I've sat behind the boy of my dreams for the past fifteen minutes, and I can't get him out of my head. Just then he turns around I straighten up and look at the teacher. "Hey," he wipers. I try to ignore him. "Hey,"

"What," he smirks. "Can I borrow a pencil?"

I fiddle around in my backpack for a second. If my future husband days he needs a pencil, he's gonna get one. I grab my pencil and hand it to him. "Thanks."

I smile and he turns back around. Oh no, I remember this feeling. it feels like love.

_______Time Skip_______

It was now third period. I sat next to this one girl, she wasn't really my friend but we hung out sometimes. "So. I can tell that you like Jake."

I shrug. It didn't bother me if she knew. Who was she gonna tell, no one likes her. (Big oof for her tbh)

"Oh my gosh you do!" And then I realized I made of mistake. "I don't though, but you believe whatever." She turned to face me some more. "As your friend," oh dear God. "I just think he wouldn't be into someone like you." I gasp and narrow my eyes. "Not that your not pretty, its just the social status. He's popular and you aren't."

"OH. Well thanks for having my back on this."

Sure he may be popular, but I could get a boy like that right?

_______Time Skip_______

It was now fifth period, and the worst class ever, p.e. My best friend and I had this class together. It was our time to spill tea and be ourselves. "Emma said I could never get a guy like him."

"Of course you can. Your gorgeous."

"Sure, but like. I can't even ask for his snap chat. What makes you think he'd like me."

"Maybe you can ask him to be your fake boyfriend. And flaunt it in Emma's face."

"I think she'd know its fake. A relationship can't happen that quickly."

"Just ask him. You never know, if you ask, maybe he could want a real one.."

Nerves started to build in my stomach. Just the thought of seeing Jake and having him be my fake boyfriend was crazy. But that also meant, I had to talk to him.

We didn't ask much. I had started to like him when we sat next to each other in history and he was whining about his girlfriend leaving him. He asked for my snap, but I said no. Boys like him would snap me in the middle of the night and I'd stay awake for a decade just waiting for him to reply.

_______Time Skip_______

It was now history class. The class Jake and I had together. I sat rigid waiting for the class to end. This class was the easiest class. The bell rang and I jumped up dashing out of the class. I waited for my friend, who had a class on the other side.

We waited for Jake to pass us. I called out his name and he looked around i waved at him and he casually walked over. "Hey," he smiled. My friend left and Jake and I were now walking together. "So."

If I asked him to be my fake boyfriend, would he think I liked him? He'd definitely ask why I asked him. And I couldn't just say, 'my friend said I could never get a guy like you so would you like to be my fake boyfriend.' Now that was to much.