It's All Fake

It's All Fake

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It's all fake... or is it? Nothing good usually comes out when two people start a fake relationship. Everybody knows that... Well, maybe except for two arch enemies; Claire James and Julian Turner. It all started the moment they both found out that the people they were in a relationship with were sleeping together. Despite what they've been through together (all the pranks, the name calling and the food fight) they were out for revenge. What better way to do it that with the schools criminal bad boy and hot-shot rich bad girl together? ---- EDIT: DISCLAIMER Any similarities to a movie, book or other is purely coincidental. I've seen comments saying this story is kind of similar to The Duff but I never watched it while in the process of writing this story and have not seen it until now. Read at your own discretion. Thank you!
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Boy meets boy. Boy mocks boy. Boy falls (a little too hard). Dior Max is all sharp edges and smoother fabrics-stylish, strategic, and emotionally unbothered. Or so he pretends. Brix Julian is a walking headache with a guitar: smug, loud, and alarmingly good at sending the wrong message. They argue. They prank. They lock eyes for too long in crowded hallways. It's not flirting-it's war. Obviously. But somewhere between the teasing and tension, Dior starts collecting hope-one red paper heart at a time. Every mixed signal? Folded. Stored. Counted. He'll confess when the jar is full. Because maybe, just maybe, Brix means it. SPOILER ALERT: he doesn't. Turns out the signals were smoke, the crush was one-sided, and the heartbreak? Custom-tailored. Chords vs. Collars. Gloss meets grit. A stylish slow-burn that stings where it shouldn't. Because the cruelest crushes don't break-they hum. ___________// ⚠ gentle heads-up! This story explores sensitive themes such as homophobia, emotional trauma, misunderstandings, and the use of strong language. Please read with care and kindness to yourself. Your heart and well-being matter most. ♡ (Note: This story is currently a work in progress and may include typos or little grammar hiccups. Thank you for your patience and love!) 🧵🎸 just a tiny disclaimer: This story is fictional. Some scenes are inspired by real moments I experienced in junior high, and a few characters are loosely based on old friends. But everything else names, places, events is purely imagined. Any similarities are purely coincidental. This is a personal story, a metaphor for a forbidden love I once had. If it feels familiar or cliché, that's not intentional. This story is mine. 🫶🏻

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