My Fake Lover

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“Caleb?”Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Emily?”

Caleb and Emily asked simultaneously with the same confused expressions.

Oh, don’t tell me this is the Caleb Emily ‘used to know long time ago’.

Caleb was smirking at Emily while her face turned into the reddest tomato in the planet.

“You know what?” Emily turned to me. “Your right, it was a bad idea after all.” Emily began walking.

Yes! Thank you Caleb… for whatever you did.

We began to walk towards the door until I heard giggling. The really loud, annoying kind.

I turned around to see Tyler walking down the stairs without a shirt and messed up hair and a girl walking down behind him.

My mouth parted into a large ‘o’. When Tyler saw me, he looked at me with confusion in a “why would you be here” kind of way.

I felt like yelling but I couldn’t. I can’t believe I actually like him. I almost forgot that he was a player and a lot of girls like him and he likes other girls. I stopped a tear from escaping my eyes and turned my head away form Tyler’s.

“Uh, we were just leaving.” I muttered. “Come on Em.” I said and we both walked out the door and to the car as fast as our feet could take us.

I went inside the passenger door and slammed the door our of anger.

“Are you okay?” Emily asked as she turned on the engine.

Yeah, I’m okay after seeing the boy I’m crushing on walk out of doing something I most definitely don’t want to talk about. Note the heavy sarcasm.

“Yeah,” I pulled my hair behind me ears. ” I shouldn’t be mad, it’s not like we were dating or anything.” I faked a laugh, but all I really wanted to do was to be home, in my room, watching Netflix with a jar of Nutella in my hands, crying my heart out. Cause I could never have Tyler for myself! “Why were you all red in there after you seen Tyler’s cousin?” I asked her.

She kept quiet for a while an focused on the dark road in front of her. “I know that Caleb.” She mumbled.

“Obviously.” I muttered back with a frown. I just couldn’t bring myself to smile. Deep, deep inside of me taught that maybe Tyler might like me. But it all disappeared as soon as I saw the slut attached to Tyler’s shirtless back.

“I slept with him!” Emily blurted out.

At first I thought she was talking about Tyler, but realization kicked in and I knew she was talking about Caleb.

My eyes widened and my mouth formed a big ‘o’

again .

Emily began to cry and she stopped at the side of the road. It was dark outside so there wasn’t many cars driving out at this time.

“Em, it’s okay.” I rubbed her shoulder lightly.

“No! It’s not okay, I got drunk and wasted after Nick left me and I slept with Caleb at a damn party! He took my freaking virginity at a freaking party and I didn’t even know him!” Her sobs got louder. “I hate him.”

“Emmy.” I frowned. “Why didn’t you just tell me earlier?”

“Cause I taught you’d think of me as a whore.”

“I would never think that Em.” I said softly. “It was an accident. Don’t worry.”

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“You could still go to that dance.” Emily said.

“I don’t want to go alone.” I mumbled. “And I’m definitely not going with Tyler.” I frowned. Though I wish I could, but he would never ask me and there was no way I’m gonna ask him.

Emily and I were both laying down on my bed, all depressed. So much has happened this year, and it’s senior year! It’s supposed to be the best high school year.

If I had someone to go with at that party, I would so go.

“We could go together, since we both don’t have dates.” Emily suggested.

“When was the dance?” I asked.

“Tomorrow night. After school.” She said. “And it’s a masquerade ball. We get to wear masks.” Emily added.

“Mmh.” Was all I said before I fell into a peaceful slumber

#Tyler’s POV:

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“Tyler Evans, will you please pay attention for once in your life?” Mr. Porter looked at me dead in the eye.

I rolled my eyes and sat up. I really wasn’t in the mood for learning. Who was? Ever?

So I pretended to listen by staring towards the front where Mr. Porter was boringly teaching the class.

I was actually thinking about Lexi. Why? I have no fucking idea. I’ve been thinking about her, and only her for a long time. She’s the only girl I actually care about.

Shit. I’m acting like a hormonal teenage girl.

Stop being such a wuss Tyler and admit it to yourself, you like her. Maybe even love her.

I used to like her when we were kids, but that feeling went away after I thought she hated me, after I though she made fun of my dead mother. Courtney’s such a bitch and I swear, if she was a guy, I’d beat the crap out of her.

My feelings for Lexi returned, even before I knew the truth. But I need to get over her, she probably hates me for being such a dick to her over the past few years. For nothing! And she hates me for being such a player.

“Tyler!” Mr. Porter’s annoying voice interrupted my thoughts. I rolled my eyes and turned my gaze to him. “I asked you a question.” He stated.

Shit. What did he ask?

I looked at the board to see what we were even talking about, but it’s all meaningless to me.

“Uh-” before I could give a made up answer, the bell rang and I immediately rushed out of the classroom.

I walked the hallways towards Lexi’s locker until someone showed up right in front of me, witch made me stop in my tracks. “Hey Tyler.”

Brooke.

I mentally rolled my eyes and gave her a fake smile. “Hey Brooke.”