Emilie
I'm not stupid. I know Brandon giving me a roof over my head was a one-time thing; it doesn't make us friends. Once I've left his house, he will go back to hanging out with the jocks and calling me a nerd. I'm convinced the mere thought of me disgusts him, which is why I'm so confused when I wake up to him hugging me.
What is even happening right now?
Brandon isn't squeezing me so tight that I can't breathe, but all his limbs are wrapped around me. I'm cocooned by him and so much smaller than his brutish self that I cannot escape. His nose is in my hair, while his muscular arms hold me so gently that one could think we were lovers.
I...I don't hate it.
I've never had a boyfriend before, and while I know Brandon isn't interested in me, I like the size difference between us. It feels safe being the small spoon with such a large man behind me, and he is fucking gorgeous. No sane girl on campus who isn't a lesbian would say no to spooning with him.
But...I should probably try to get away from him. If we stay like this until Brandon wakes up, he will most likely wake up pissed and blame this on me somehow. And I don't want that.
With slow movements, I try to escape. It's a treacherous operation, almost as if I'm defusing a bomb: one tiny mistake, one abrupt movement, and it could all blow up in my face. Yet, despite the fear in my chest, I manage to sit up on my heels.
"Emilie?"
Shit!
Brandon stirs, and I almost fall off the couch before he shoots out an arm behind my back to catch me. He is so strong that he easily keeps his arm in the air, with me leaning my entire weight against it.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
I wince at his tone and turn my head to the left, gulping when I see Brandon's irritated expression.
"Were you just going to...throw yourself on the floor?" he squints at me.
He looks really scary, but somehow, I find my voice, "N-no, I was just...trying to get to the bathroom."
He keeps squinting at me but eventually sighs and pushes his other arm underneath my legs. It all happens so fast. One second, I'm leaning against his arm, and in the other, I'm cradled to his chest like a princess as he stands up from the couch.
The fact that he can pick me up so easily is hot, and I blush. I'm dangerously attracted to him, but I'm also afraid of him—I'm so confused that it's not funny.
"You're really clumsy," Brandon mutters as he helps me to my feet. Once I'm standing beside him, he yawns. "The bathroom is down the hall. Try not to break anything."
I nod and pad forward. I didn't lie about needing the bathroom. I'm the type of woman that needs to pee as soon as she wakes up. It's annoying, but I feel much better when I'm done.
When I leave the bathroom, I hear Brandon scrambling in what I assume must be the kitchen. It's not the largest house, but it's definitely luxurious. Did Brandon's parents buy him this house for his studies?
"Do you eat bacon?"
I stop in my tracks at the sight before me. Brandon is only wearing his boxers, and even though we slept together, I'm still shocked seeing every rippling muscle on his body.
And just like clockwork, something inside of me blossoms under the full force of his attention. A craving for more attention, skin-to-skin contact, and maybe a real kiss? Fortunately, I'm not stupid enough to believe we could be more than strangers.
Developing a crush on this man is a loser's game.
"Bacon sounds good," I hand him a shy smile. "Do you need my help with anything?"
"No," he turns back to the food, cursing when the bacon pops and oil lands on his abs. "Fucking shit!"
I can't help it—I snort before noticing a hoodie hanging over one of the chairs. I immediately grab it. "Here, wear this."
Brandon doesn't argue. He puts down the spatula but glares at me as he slips into the hoodie. "Don't look so amused. Anyone can make the mistake of cooking bacon without clothes on."
I doubt that. Only an idiot would put bacon in a frying pan and stand so close to it without wearing a shirt. But...I won't tell him that. The last thing I want is to miss out on free food.
So, I remain silent and take the liberty of collecting cheese and butter from the fridge. Brandon doesn't seem to mind. He is plating eggs and bacon for us, and I jump when bread jumps out of the toaster.
"Just sit down," Brandon says. "I got this."
I sit down and watch as Brandon moves around his kitchen. He slaps the butter and cheese on top of the freshly toasted bread before laying two strips of bacon and a mound of scrambled eggs atop each slice.
"Here," he says, sliding a plate in my direction.
"Th-thanks."
He nods. "Coffee or juice?"
"Coffee."
A mug appears within seconds, causing a flutter in my heart. I'm not used to being treated like this. I honestly feel like a princess being served by one of her butlers—a very handsome one.
Brandon lets out a deep sigh as he takes his seat. "That girl you talked about yesterday...Jenna, was it?"
"Y-yeah?"
"What are you going to do about her?"
"E-excuse me?"
He finally lifts his eyes from his food to glare at me. "I'm talking about revenge, Charlotte! What are you going to do?!"
"M-my name is Emelie..."
He rolls his eyes. "Whatever...all I'm saying is that you can't let those cunts get away with this. You could have died—you get that, right? If I hadn't been so kind to let you sleep on my couch, you probably would have frozen to death."
My stomach churns.
I know Brandon is right - I could have died - but there isn't anything I can do. How am I supposed to get revenge on Jenna and her gang? They are four people while I'm just...me.
"I...I don't want to be a loser anymore..." I don't know where I'm going with this, and I sink my teeth into my lower lip until it hurts.
Brandon sighs. "That's a tough one to fix. You're the biggest loser I know of, but...you could date me. I can also pay for a makeover and give you a new wardrobe—the other girls would be so jealous."
"Uhh...and why would you do that for me?" I stammer.
"Because there isn't a single girl on campus worthy of my beauty, yet they keep asking me out. But if I'm taken, they will keep their ratty fingers away from me. Do you know how many suits I had to wash last week because I kept getting groped?
Brandon looks at me as if searching for a response. When I just lamely stare at him, he sighs.
"I play football, and my family is rich—the girls have been throwing themselves over me since middle school, but I'm tired of it, you know? This year, I just want to focus on my studies."
"Your studies?" I ask after miraculously finding my voice. "Y-you don't want to focus on the football?"
"Nah, it's a fun hobby, and I love the other guys. We are like one big family, but I dream of taking over the family company."
I wet my lips. "I...I see..."
"Anyway," he locks eyes with me. "You're my fake girlfriend now. We will change your image until you're no longer bullied, and then we will find a way to get revenge on Jenna."
I have no idea why Brandon is so adamant about helping me. Sure, he gave me his reason, but I'm still unconvinced...not that I care. I'm just happy because it feels like I'm not alone for the first time in my life.
My lips form a bashful smile. "Okay."
Emilie"I can't believe even my little brother's old clothes are too big for you!"Brandon is right. It looks like hip-hop is my sole religion. His little brother's clothes are very loose on my body, but it's better than nothing. I'm convinced the pants won't slip down due to the belt I'm wearing, and the hoodie will also stay on. "I think she looks adorable!"We both turn around at the new voice—a blonde woman is standing in the doorframe with a grin. Her eyes are blue, and her skin is flawless...could she be Brandon's sister?"Bailey? Where the fuck did you come from?!" Brandon lifts his right hand and uses two digits to massage his eyelids. "Wait, don't answer that. You're here to ask for more money, aren't you?"Bailey claps her hands together. "Yes, I am...but that's not a problem, right? You have access to all of Daddy's money."Brandon flares his nostrils. "If you broke up with your good-for-nothing boyfriend, Dad would happily give you money whenever you need it.""Yeah...abo
Brandon I have a new goal in life: make Emilie Olsson fall in love with me. I can't accept that a girl on campus - especially a nerd - doesn't want me. That's why I'm playing it cool while driving, and when I know Emelie is looking in my direction, I throw my head to the side to make my blonde hair blow around my face. Sexily. Her eyes widen with my movement. "Wh-why are you twitching?" Twitching? This isn't twitching! I'm trying to do that sexy hair thing they do in the Wella hair commercial! "I'm not twitching..." I mutter. How is it that this female is completely immune to my flirting techniques?! "Really?" she doesn't sound convinced. "Because the entire car shakes now and then, and whenever I look at you, I see you moving." Okay, so now I'm blushing. For fuck's sake... This is beyond humiliating, and my voice comes out all growly and irritated, "I was just trying to get my hair in place, okay? That's all there was." Much to my surprise, Emilie giggles. It's a sweet sound th
EmilieI'm having trouble breathing after Brandon's soft lips part from mine. I never thought my first kiss would be with him—the popular jock who is also the son of a billionaire. He is very pretty, too, the kind of guy with eyelashes women around the world would kill for. And I'm in trouble because I want to taste his lips again. I know I'm out of his league, but a girl can dream....right?His muscular arms still hold me, and a faint, pink blush spreads over his face. He must be embarrassed. All of his friends watched him kiss me. And they have no idea it's all for the show, that we are fake-dating, and that he doesn't even like me. In their eyes, their friend has gone mad—why else would he kiss me?Suddenly, one of his friends whistles loudly with two fingers stuffed into his mouth. I recognize him as Henry Scampert. He has been relentless in his bullying ever since middle school. There was this one time he dipped my whole face in the toilet, and trust me, he didn't care that I w
EmilieAfter all of my art classes are over, I'm beat. I've spent most of the day trying not to drop my clothes that are far too big, and I can't wait to get home to change. Luckily, Brandon wasn't around to see me struggle. After lunch, he left for an economy class and said something about being busy with football and gym later. We parted ways, and since I don't have a phone(I left it at Jenna's place after I fled from her party), we didn't exchange phone numbers. Not that I mind. Brandon will change his mind about fake-dating me once he finds someone prettier. That way, he won't have to tarnish his image by being seen with a nerd like me. Sighing, I quicken my pace until I'm finally outside my apartment. It's lively as usual, and when I walk up the stairs, I hear TV series and music playing from behind the doors that I pass. I don't pay it any mind and fish up my keys from my pocket. I'm about to walk up the last stairs when I almost crash into someone—Cindy, the girl from my art
EmilieI come home late after watching Desperate Housewives with Cindy and Laura for hours. It was fun, but my eyes hurt. Gah. I'm ready to sink into my Pokémon oodie and say goodbye to the world before I head off to Dreamland. I'm so tired...But maybe a sandwich would be good? I change into my oodie and open the fridge, scanning the shelves for some ingredients. KNOCK KNOCK!!!My eyes dart to the door. Did I forget something at Cindy's place? I stop making my sandwich and stomp over to the hallway. I expect to find Cindy behind it, maybe even Laura, but it's Brandon. "Where have you been?!" These are the first words he barks at me. "I've knocked on your door a billion times!"I stare up at him since words won't come to me—my selective mutism has struck again. Brandon, however, doesn't call me out on this and instead sighs before handing me a box and a bag. "Your clothes are in the bag, and there's a new phone in the box. You're welcome."Wait, he went to Jenna's place to get my c
Brandon I jerk awake when an episode of the rom-com ends and notice Emilie has fallen asleep. Her head rests in my lap, red hair sprawled out in every direction, and I frown. “Typical...” A sigh leaves my lips. I planned to spend the night with her so she would fall for me. That’s my sole reason for coming to her apartment, but the little lady fell asleep on me before we could get to the good part: me getting undressed. How am I supposed to seduce her now?! Emilie shivers in her sleep, and I roll my eyes before picking her up into my arms. She doesn’t wake up. Her head rolls against my chest, a content smile on her mischievous little lips. I place her on her bed and tuck her in. I plan on sleeping on the couch but freeze when her eyes open. “Is it morning yet?” she mumbles. My lips twitch. “No, go back to sleep.” “But I’m not tired...” I snort. “Filthy liar.” “Okay, so maybe a little tired,” she giggles, making herself more comfortable against her pillow. “Are you staying ove
Emilie "I need you." My jaw slacks to the ground. I'm more than a little shocked to hear those words. What's even more startling is seeing Brandon half-naked inside my living room. Why isn't he wearing a shirt? And why is he looking at me like I'm his next meal?! "Uhh…" I take a step back from him out of sheer anxiety. "Wh-what are you doing here?" "I had to see you," he says. I squint at him. "Can you repeat that?" Is he drunk? Maybe there are funny mushrooms in his system? I keep studying him in silence, causing him to chuckle. "Aren't you happy to see me?" Even though I open my mouth, I'm not given a chance to respond. Brandon closes the distance between us - almost as if he teleported - and suddenly, his hands are on my waist, lifting me up into his arms. "I've been thinking about you a lot," he murmurs against my neck as he breathes me in. I'm so nervous that I release this awkward laugh. "Y-you have?" "Mhm…" "I see…" This is so awkward. I lean back, and Brandon smi
Emilie "You were never meant to be with Brandon," Laura says as she reads the lines in my palm. My apartment is pitch-black, and the only light source is a few flickering candles on my table. "It's very strange that Brandon came into your life...almost as if it were by a random event..." I squirm in my chair. "Is that so?" "Yes," she lifts her green eyes to mine. "But that doesn't mean you can't change the future. There might be a chance if you would rather be with Brandon than the one I saw you marrying in my first vision." "Who did you see me marrying?" "Sheldon Milhouse." My heart somersaults, not because I'm in love with Sheldon, but because he asked me out a month ago, or...I think that's what he was doing. Sheldon is bad with words - just like me - and I only understood what he was trying to do when it was too late. I sigh. "Sheldon is from my art class." "I know," Laura smiles. "Tall, lanky, and looks a bit nerdy?" "That sounds like him," I say. But he is nice, and I do