Being in a fake relationship with a hockey player. I must be sick. No! I must have hit my head somewhere. Clara had no choice but to agree to be in a fake relationship just to protect her secret from being exposed. She doesn't know what everyone was going to think of her after her work “The holy stripper” was being revealed as the author backed by her crush on her step brother. Clara makes the rules, no kissing, no sex and no feelings but what happens when she breaks the rules? She doesn't just despise the gut of the guy she hates so much on campus instead she has butterflies for him. What happens when the hot hockey player who everyone wants, gets into a relationship with a nobody on campus? Jealousy! Hatred! For the girls who have a crush on him, will Clara's secret be revealed or will a frustrated girl still dig in to find out why the popular star hockey player ditch her for Clara? Find out more!
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I never thought my biggest humiliation would happen twice in one day first from my high school bully then the guy I hated so much on campus.
“You should have kicked his ass. I just hate his gut” I voiced out to my 6 foot 4 inch step brother who towered over me and he did that which I hate so much.
It makes me feel five and smaller but I don't mind anything to make him touch me. That is the least I could get at least for now.
His chin burned with a smile.
“Is okay there will always be a next time”
“But..” I couldn't finish my sentence when he walked away, I stared at him clutching my paperwork to my chest watching my head go flip off.
“What are you doing here?” I jerked hearing a muscular voice behind me.
Panicked, I must have been caught drooling on my step brother. Now conscious I was standing in the hallway at the males locker room.
I shouldn't be here. I turned only to see him dripping wet from his head. His hair set in turns that makes my core constrict so painful.
His arbs,
He’s muscles.
Gosh! What is wrong with me? I didn't realize I was biting down on my lower lip when he cleared his throat, regaining my self consciously the paper work on my hand flipped and scattered all over the ground.
My smut, the one I have written because of my step brother.
He bent down picked up a paper and read it out and that was when I realized I have been fucked.
I placed a hand over my mouth standing In Front of the guy I hate so much. Because he is in competition with my step brother, stealing all the spotlight from him. I can't remember how many times I cursed him so much and lastly he is the bad guy every girl wants on campus.
And rumor has it he changes girls like he changes his tissue paper. Like I'm terribly mad at him for his gut.
“What! What are you? Crushing on your step brother?” He paused, then read out loud again.
“I can't believe how my heart melted the moment he flipped the hockey stick. Gosh! I'm about to have an orgasm”
He looked up to me with disgust. I lowered my head to the ground and my cheek burned with so much embarrassment. I prayed the ground should open or I could have a magical ability to disappear but none of that came.
“Hey…is not what you think” I stammered, unable to admit it myself. It felt so disgusting to know that I was crushing on my step brother and I got off the hook by writing smut and fantasy the way I wanted him to touch me.
Silly stupid things.
He laughed then turned to look at me and I was looking everywhere except for his face. I could feel his burning gaze at me and my heart couldn't stop beating so fast.
Was it because I was caught?
“You like your step brother”
I couldn't say a yes, which is admitting to it neither could I say a no pretty obvious my description was pointing to Celeb.
Oh gosh! I should have believed my intuition to keep the paperwork behind but I was so stubborn I thought after the game I would go somewhere quiet to complete the story, arrange it and have someone do the editing but I got into more trouble than I could have ever thought of.
The guy I hate so much on campus now knows my secret of crushing on my step brother.
It wouldn't get worse than this.
“Your secret is safe with me” another relief washed through me and I looked up to his face this time, his chin was lifted up and he was giving me those fake smiles.
Another relief washed through me when I looked sideways but there wasn't anyone. It was just the both of us.
Act tough Clara, he must want something in return to keep your secret. Obviously we weren't friends and I guess he must have known how I despised him so much but I was at his mercy now.
I don't know if I was going to survive it when everyone on campus got to know my dirty little secret.
I looked up to him like my savior, touching his hard chest and his face changed to Caleb.
“Clara I know you're my step sister but I have something to tell you. I'm in love with you” I shifted on one foot, I have long awaited to hear that then he tried to kiss me when a voice brought me back.
“Hello” he clicked his finger.
“You're fantasizing about him again or me”
“Damn, not even in my nightmare” I cursed caught for the second time daydreaming about my step brother kissing me.
“I never said that” I was nervous, literally shaking. I didn't know what to expect.
The worst or the best.
He stared at the paper which he had picked up and read aloud.
“You must be the author of the “Holy Stripper”
Oh no! I panicked, he knows my pen name and my book.
“Don't you dare tell anyone” I tried to be tough even though my voice gave me away not as tough as I expected.
“Are you threatening me?”
“No” he smiled mischievous, sensing how scared I was.
“Then let's have a deal. Your secret remains with me but in return you have to do something for me” he paused as his eyes walked down my body.
I could be described as not attractive. Never had a boyfriend before nor has anyone flirted with me before. But as his eyes burned down my body I felt finally someone sees me attractive but not from someone I hate and despise so much.
He said some couple of things which I wasn't listening to. He drew closer holding my shoulder.
“You have to make it up to me” his closeness made it difficult for me to breathe. Why do I feel this way?
ELENAThe day had come. It was supposed to be yesterday. Not today. But I had skipped because I was scared. And then the school management didn't think twice before reaching out to my parents who reached out to Nana and then Nana reached out to me as well. Too many reaching out. “There's nothing you can do to run away from this.” Why did she remind me? Did I tell her I didn't know? A sigh escaped my mouth as I got off the bed, catching up with the closet where a towel was snatched. “I don't know what to do. Or how to think about it. But I know I don't want to go back to that school.” I looked at Nana and then continued. “Another thing I know you know is that I don't want to be there. Why can't you and my parents help me by taking me out?!” Without waiting for an answer. An answer I knew I wouldn't even get—I leaned my back against the wall—leading my way into the bathroom next. “I'll be out soon. You can go back to work, Nana.” “Who says I want to work?” I watched her from
NORAIt's been weeks—a month and more since what happened, happened. Our reputation was somehow restored. Lyra waved at me from the other end. I waved back and hastened my footsteps. “Good morning, Lyra.” We caught up with each other a while later, hugged ourselves as usual when she asked. “Did you sleep well?” She looked at me from head to toe and felt my temperature. “I've missed you.” Again, we hugged each other. Then we walked together, without being scared to move around unlike the last time. I hadn't been to school for over a week and this was because of my health. Although now that I had returned, it was because I felt better. Why would I be here if I didn't feel better? “I've missed you too—” I mouthed. “Thank you. For the calls even though you could have come over to the house to check up on me.” We stopped at the usual gathering for students every morning, thoughts running through my head as I wondered if Elena was back at school or not. “Good morning, students.” “
ELENAIt was my luck, to a point. I was happy—not entirely but at least, have my phone. They had given it back to me and many answers would be given to almost—if not all the questions I had. “Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Dad.” Once again, I greeted. There was nothing more I had to say. All I wanted now was privacy—as much as I could get. “I'll be in my room.” Standing up at that moment, I was leading my way back up the stairs, many thoughts running around in my head as I feared the unknown. What now? What do I expect? Thoughts—many of them that I couldn't control ran around in my head. “Maybe this was a wrong idea—” I opened my mouth and spoke, changing and making up my mind to be in the space of my bedroom. At least, before making any assumptions or conclusions. After a while of walking, I stood in the space of the bedroom—holding back myself from screaming. Before anything, I took a seat. Not on the bed, but on the couch. A place where I did a lot of thinking. What was going
ELENADays passed. The day my parents would finally show up at the house arrived. I couldn't help but hurry out of my room this morning so that I could help Nana with the chores. I never really did this—I didn't want to. But something made me stay back and help. Maybe. Just maybe my parents would be nice to me when they saw how much effort I put in making this happen. Even though my second heart knew they didn't give a fuck. “Good morning, Nana.” I snapped out of my thoughts and caught up with the dining area where I had seen her. “Good morning, Child. Did you sleep well?” “Yes, Nana. Thank you.” I stopped when I reached the spot and let out. “What can I help you with today? I'm sure you need my help with something.” At the same time, I knew I couldn't stay mute forever. So I let out a confession. “I thought I could do something while mom and dad got back home and saw how much effort I put into trying to change, Nana.” “Oh—” The older woman let out a chuckle. What was funny?
ELENAIt was only one week—one week to my last days in the house. Whatever was going to happen when I got to the school bothered me more than my own reputation. There was no difference, at all. I would be there and humiliated. “Good morning.” I walked out of my room and down the stairs, catching sight of Nana who served a tray of meals. Maybe for my parents—definitely not mine. “Good morning, Nana.” I managed a smile. I didn't know whether I meant it or not. Fear was an understatement of what went on in me and I could not wait for this moment to finally end. “Good morning, Child. Did you sleep well?” Did she really ask me that? I wondered for a moment, confusion plastered on my countenance while I changed my mind and managed the same fake smile. “I slept well, Nana. Thank you for asking.” Then I looked around. “What about my parents? Where are they?” I looked around again before looking at the older woman. “They went to work. I'm sure they should be home by the weekend. Didn't t
CLARAAnother weekend had come. After the huge fight with Rowan, whom I knew would never speak with me again, I made up my mind to concentrate on what I had to do. One of which was making plans for my next publication. Out of my room, I walked. Caleb was somehow in my face. I couldn't even be angry at him—nor look him in the face at the same time. “Good morning.” I opened my mouth for the first time to greet him—then I continued my way down the stairs, soon reaching the diner and settling into the space. “Good morning, ma'am.” “Good morning, Brenda—” I looked at the maid with a smile that plastered on my countenance. Then I recalled some people I hadn't seen yet since I woke up—mom and dad. “What about our parents? Where are they?” “They left the house a while ago—” “Oh—” I looked behind us and he was there. My stepbrother had a smile on his face. “I see.” I looked before me again and looked at the woman. “Thank you for explaining. What are we having today? I'm hungry and need
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