My Fake Lover

Tyler and Lexi to actually be together!” Brooke yelled in an annoying high pitched bítchy voice.

I stood up, ready to storm out, but before I had the chance, Tyler rolled his eyes and stepped in front of me with his back to Brooke. He bent down and his face was inches away from my face. He was slowly moving toward my lips slowly and I panicked.

His eyes were closed and I actually thought he was going to kiss me.

But he put a hand over his mouth and put it to my lips.

When he pulled apart, Brooke was speed walking away with her fist clenched beside her.

She really needs to get a life. Why would she just try and prove that Tyler and I aren’t together? Even though we’re not.

That’s when I realized Jeremy came. He saw it and by the looks of it, he actually thought we had kissed. He had a hurtful expression on his face. And the black eye is still visible from the fight he had with Tyler.

I looked over at Tyler who was smirking over at Jeremy, obviously proud. Why do these two even hate each other?

I rolled my eyes. Like, what the hell ?

“Hey Lexi.”

“H-Hi Jeremy.” I sad pathetically.

Damn it Lexi. Stop being so lame.

“Can we talk?”

“Uh-” before I can answer, Tyler spoke.

“What do you want with my girl?” He asked.

“Shut the hell up Tyler! I wasn’t talking to you.” Jeremy glared, his jaw clenching after every word he spoke.

“Well you were talking to Lexi. My

girlfriend.” Tyler said with his signature smirk. “Why did you leave Brooke so early? Huh?” He changed the subject.

I felt like slapping this asshole across the face right now. I would have if jermey and I were still together. And if all this craziness hasn’t happened.

“You leave Brooke and go right back to Lexi?” Tyler added, narrowing his eyes.

“Come on Tyler.” I dragged his hand pulling him over to another table in the library leaving Jeremy with a glare.

What I really meant was ‘Tyler, get your ugly ass out of here and leave Jeremy alone.’ But I couldn’t say that right now when everyone thinks we’re dating.

I didn’t want a fight to start.

It’s way to early for me to stop fake dating this stupid jerk right now. I have to give it some time.

Honesty, I really don’t know if I really want to go back with Jeremy anymore. He hurt me. He broke my heart. I don’t know what I’m even doing right now. My feelings for him are all over the place.

“I know you guys aren’t going to last long!” Jeremy called out.

“Jackass.” I muttered witch made Tyler laugh lightly, nodding his head in agreement……

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We both sat on a table and I sighed. “So… I was just gonna ask you, don’t you like Courtney’s long blonde hair? It’s just so… beautiful. It’s so wavy and perfect.”

“Okay, why are we talking about Court’s hair?” Tyler raised an eyebrow, obviously confused. He was right, it was just too sudden. I’m actually going crazy, huh.

“I don’t know. I’m just bored.” I replied. I suck at playing Cupid.

“Don’t you come here to study?”

“Just answer the freaking question!”

“Fine. Relax. Courtney’s hair is great. She’s a nice person. That’s why she’s one of my many friends.” Tyler said quickly.

Wow. Is it because I’m not nice to him, he started hating me when we were kids? No. It can’t be. I was nice to him. Actually too nice. You know how little girls act when they have a crush.

Okay. This is going to be hard. Making Tyler like Courtney more than just friends, I mean. They’re best friends, I don’t thing Tyler ever thought about her that way.

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“Okay class.” Ms. Jones said to the class. “We’ll be doing a class project.”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Yay. This will be fun.- Note the sarcasm.

“I will pick your partners and you’ll be interviewing each other. And you’ll have to make a story or video about your partner. Your choice. This will be due in two weeks.”

“You’ll also be having the opposite gender for your partner.” She added.

I looked around the room and remembered Tyler was in the same class. I better not end up with him. Spending two weeks with Tyler? No way!

Please please please. A thousand times please.

I only have to spend time with him during school. Where everyone sees us. Not after school now too. It’s too much torture.

Courtney, who was sitting beside me nudged my shoulder, taking me out of my inside panic. I looked over at her and she had a bright smile. “I hope I get Tyler as a partner.” She said.

“I hope I don’t get Tyler as a partner.” I replied. “This project sucks.”

“It won’t if I get Tyler as a partner.”

“Okay guys. Since there’s an even amount of girls and boys in this class, I’ll let the girls pick out a boy name from this box.” Ms. Jones held up a small carton box.

She went down the row of where the girls are. Most girls getting upset because they didn’t get Tyler or their boyfriend. I just could hear them mutter his name.

Courtney smiled at Tyler and he smiled back. When Ms. Jones came by us, Courtney was the first to pick. Then it was me since I was right next to her.

I opened my paper and read the name.

“Shít.” I muttered. “I got Tyler.” I looked over at