Fake Dating  // luke brooks //  [coming soon]

Fake Dating // luke brooks // [coming soon]

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"I bet you couldn't hang out me without falling in love with me," Luke declared. I scoffed and Luke's smirk grew wider. "Are you insisting that I should fake date you and see who falls in love first?" He shrugged. "Yes." "What happens if I lose?" I inched closer to his face. My hot breath hits him, but his face still had placed a the same smirk. "Aw, c'mon Lukey, tell me." I started to trace the picture on his shirt. The blue eyes of mine carefully studied and remember each little detail sewn onto it. My fingertips started to make their way to his torso. "You have to say to me that you hate everything about me." Well, that's not a hard thing to do. He's stupid enough. "Fine. And if you lose," I stood on my toes to make sure his attention is fully on me, "you have to confess that you love me and to all of your friends." He took his lip ring inbetween his teeth. I was smug at the way how he was nervous. Finally he nodded. "Deal?" He put his hand out. "Deal." And that's how our fake dating started.
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Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020

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