Chapter 3

I blinked, unsure how to even react to a fuckboy standing beside the girls bathroom door playing on his phone waiting for me.

"Are you fucking serious." I scoffed and demanded. Guess he doesn't mind skipping class either, should've seen that coming...

"You always take that long to go to the bathroom? That's a little gross, just saying. Should probably get that checked out, but what do I care." Lucca replied, putting his phone in his pocket.

"No, I don't actually. It's called I was trying to get away from a weird ass stalker that's too incompetent and egotistical to take a hint." I retorted, offended.

"Oh you were wanting me to follow you in? At school too wow how rebellious of you, I never pegged you as a 'do it in a public bathroom' type." He responded, smirking at me.

I glared at him, forcing down my gag and spat, "No, get the hint that I want nothing to do with you. So leave me alone."

Then I walked away, but of course he followed and said, "But you need to get the hint that I'm not leaving you alone for the next month or more."

I scoffed and shook my head, demanding, "What in the fuck could I possibly gain from dealing with your stupid ass for a month or more?"

"You have a terrible memory. I'd make you way more popular, remember?" He answered, saying the last part like he was talking to a four year old.

"And like I told you; everyone will just think I'm dumber than they already do. So no. I'm perfectly fine living like I have been for the past eleven years of school." I spat, rolling my eyes.

"Oh, Jaelynn, right? I remember now, see I clearly don't have as bad a memory as you do." Lucca said, smiling proudly at himself.

"Wow, only took you.... How many hours to figure that out? Thanks, much a-fucking-ppreciated. Now fuck off." I retorted, looking at the imaginary watch on my wrist.

"Least I don't have pretend things like you clearly do." He stated, mentioning the fact I don't actually have a watch on my wrist.

I rolled my eyes and shot back, "And yet you want to have a pretend relationship with a nobody." I finally reached the class I had and walked in, Lucca following despite the fact he's not in this class.

Then he sat beside me, smirking to himself quietly telling me, "A nobody makes a perfect target to help me with this though. No one for you to blab to because no one gives a single fuck what you have to say." I growled under my breath and tried my best to sit away from him, deciding to ignore that statement of his. However, it stuck with me and really hurt, making my thoughts go to a dark place.

"Lucca, you're not in this class, what are you doing here?" The teacher asked once class started.

"Oh I know I'm not, but I couldn't be away from my girl for another minute. I just had to come keep her company." Lucca smoothly answered, putting his arm around my shoulders. My heart dropped dead and stopped as soon as those words left his mouth, everyone practically immediately looking over and gasping once he put his arm on me. Fuck me and my damn stupid life.

I started shaking my head, going to say, "I'm not–" but he cut me off and said, "wanting me to leave. Yes I know, don't worry babe. I'm staying right here all class."

"As long as you don't become a distraction then I suppose you can stay. Who knows, maybe she'll help you learn something." The teacher told him, going on to start the lesson. Did the teacher seriously just... compliment me??? I didn't know they were capable of such nice things. That astonishment aside, time to be angry and commit murder. Lucca has literally just forced me into this. That stupid. Fucking. Bitch.

"Fine, since you've forced this on me I want at LEAST half that fricken money, or more for my troubles. Especially if it does earn you that stupid inheritance." I whisper spat at him, glaring daggers into his soul.

"Mmm... I'll consider it, but I need to see your acting skills first. Make sure you're believable enough." He almost cooed. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, glaring away for a second then put a smile on my face and snuggled into his side since his arm was still around me.

"Hey babe, can you help me with this question?" I fake asked, pointing at a question on the worksheet we had to do as I put my other hand on his thigh. He seemed surprised at how realistic that sounded, since he took a minute to react.

"Uh yeah sure baby." He finally replied after I lifted my head off his shoulder to look in his eyes, probably challenging him subtly. Then he went on explaining the question and how I could answer it. He was fucking wrong because trig is the one fricken thing I'm decent at, aside from drama class, and I already finished the formula and got the answer in my head. Or rather, I would be decent in drama class if anyone allowed me to properly participate, and if the teacher quit fucking marking me absent when I'm literally there yelling in her face.

"Oh, okay! Thank you, you're such a help I'm so glad you stayed." I exclaimed, then kissed his cheek after ignoring every word he said and wrote down the correct things. All this already felt so wrong on so many levels, I've never even been on a date before let alone friggin faked being a girlfriend. Everyone seems to believe it though, but then again no one listens to a single thing I say anyways and what he just did in front of the class proved that fact. Lucca blinked in surprise then caught himself and smiled at me. I'm honestly surprising myself at my acting skills, I one hundred percent did not believe in myself with being able to do this.

I got my worksheet done no problem, not staying on a question for longer than reading it in my head. I'm terrible at math, but trigonometry is the only bit of it that I'm pretty good at since it's the easiest type of math someone could do. Plus my dyslexia doesn't hate it as much as social studies so that's a plus for it being so easy. Finally class was over and I packed everything up, going to stand up but was stopped by Lucca's arm still around my shoulders.

"Not so fast, let me carry that for you sweetheart." He told me, taking my binder from my arm, getting way too close for my comfort to touching my boob.

I kept a smile on my face and responded sweetly, "Oh thanks babe, you're so sweet." He then stood up, taking my hand and "helped" me up. Lucca put his arm back around me but around my waist instead of my shoulders as we walked. He ended up walking me to his car and turned me to face him.

"One more rule to this little deal of ours... No telling a single person about it. Not that anyone would really believe you anyways like I mentioned before, but if you tell anyone I'll make sure everyone hates you more than they already do." He practically growled at me. Wow. Even more blackmail and a bullying threat. Fantastic.

Lucca stupidly went to actually kiss me but I, without a single ounce of hesitation, swiftly punched him close enough to his crotch for it to severely hurt (if not actually on it) and spat back, "Fine. But I'm never kissing you, never getting kissed by you and never ever having sex with you. See your stupid selfish ass tomorrow." With that I strode away going home, plugging in my earbuds as I did so while being thankful as all fuck that he wasn't wearing his cup. Though with the amount of times girls hit him, I'm quite surprised he isn't wearing it... He most likely figured I wouldn't have the guts to hit him whatsoever, let alone punch him where it hurts most. Ha, fuckin idiot.

Once I got home I did what I usually do, then when my parents got home I got ready for dance and we left. I've been in belly dancing for three years now, it's not sexual though. The studio I'm with tries their best to make it not sexual and actually tries including everyone in everything, I still get kind of forgotten about but it's not as bad as at school so it's okay. Unfortunately I was stupid and got my "friend" to join with me, and now she is still in my class but we are no longer friends since she screwed me over. Deliberately. But whatever. Once class was over I got to go home, my parents made steak for dinner tonight so I ate one bigger than my face and went to bed fairly happy for once. I was still regretting having to wake up and go to school in the morning though, because not only do I have to deal with peoples endless stares, I now also have a dumbass fuckboy constantly touching me and bossing me around.

I got up and obviously got ready then walked to school per usual. When I got there I was instantly greeted by Tessa who exclaimed, "what in the fucking hell are you doing dating the fuckboy we had literally JUST made fun of the other day?! You become a drug dealer and prostitute while you were at it?! Jesus!" I opened my mouth to tell her the truth but I glanced over her shoulder and saw Lucca standing a little ways away, watching with his arms crossed as he smirked at me.

I glared at him for a second then looked back at my best friend and answered, "No, I still hate drugs and the thought of sex. But uh... I'm sorry... Being with him just kind of... Happened." Least it wasn't ACTUALLY lying, it technically did just damn happen. Against my will. And was deeply unwanted. And makes me want to crawl in a hole and die.

She crossed her arms and retorted, "Oh really? You just happened to get your first boyfriend as the schools major fuckboy? Just coincidentally? I highly fricken doubt that." I sighed in frustration at not being able to tell her the full reason as to why I'm doing this. "So why are you really with his dumb ass." She demanded, staring me down.

"I'm just using him to be a little more popular." I replied, technically keeping to his stupid rules.

"Pf. Why? To be known as yet another stupid bitch to fall for his charms just to get shot down in the end?" Tessa scoffed.

"Can you imagine how funny it'd be, to be the first girl to dump him instead of getting dumped by him? Be fucking hilarious, wouldn't it?" I answered, raising a brow at her knowing she'd drop the questions after hearing that.

She eventually sighed and uncrossed her arms, stating, "Fine. I still don't really like the thought of you with him though."

I smiled at her and told her, "You don't have to worry about me, I know what I'm doing."