Chapter 3: A suggestion.

Tiffany

I can't believe this is happening right now.

What secret relationship? I am going to murder Larry for this!

Murmurs erupt in the hall, but I ignore all of them and return Ava's phone back to her.

"I need to get out of here," I tell her and get up from my seat.

I turn towards Justin and glare at him hard. This is all his fault. He had to trap me to the wall of a the fucking hallway.

He doesn't look bother about the rumor, and it disgusts me to no end. It was also confusing.

I know he hates me too for reasons only known to him, and I really do not care, so why isn't he bothered?

"Yoo, I didn’t know you were dating," Aaron says to Justin, but Justin ignores him.

I pick up my bag and walk towards the door, all eyes follow my steps.

"I thought she hated Justin,"

"It was all an act, I knew it,"

"Justin is too good for her,"

"I heard she hates hockey. How can she be in a relationship with Justin?"

"Like I said, it's all an act,"

I ignore all the voice and leave the hall, "Tiff!" Ava call behind me. "Hey, wait," she calls again, but I didn't stop till I got to the press club where I knew Larry would be.

"Why would you post that on your blog?" I yell at Larry, who arranged the huge glasses on his face.

"I posted the truth, Tiffany," he replies, frustratingly calm.

"What bullshit truth is that?" I scream, and Ava appears in front of us.

"Hun, breath... calm down," she tells me. "Larry, what makes you think Tiffany and Justin are dating? It's no news Tiff hates Justin. Everyone on campus literally knows that," Ava turns to Larry.

"I saw them with my own eyes, he kissed her," Larry says, and I scoffed loudly.

"I would rather be caught naked than kiss Justin fucking Harris!" I say to him.

"That's not what I saw," Larry rolls his eyes, and I feel like poking those eye balls after breaking his glasses.

"Well.. you saw wrong!" I retort, and Ava rubs her temples.

"Okay... Larry, please take the post down," Ava tells him

"No, I won’t, it's the truth, I post the truth on my blog and everyone knows, I always knew they was something going on between you two because it's ironic how you pretend to hate Justin," Larry say to me.

"Pretend? Oh my God," I sigh heavily in disbelief.

"Larry doesn't look like he is going to take down that post, Tiff. Let's get back to class," Ava tells me. "We would think of a solution later," she adds.

"There's no way I am getting back in that class with Justin in there," I reply and stomp out of the press club, not before glaring daggers at Larry.

He always makes the front page of the campus news while that seems impossible for me, I never liked Larry. He focuses too much on gossip and not facts.

We are journalist for fuck sake, we are suppose to verify gossips.

As I walk towards the dorm, I can feel people looking in my direction and it guts me to think everyone on campus now believes I am in a relationship with Justin.

Justin kisses a new girl almost every week, what makes them think we are a relationship? I really don't understand people.

My phone rings in my hand, and I sigh when I see my mom calling. I promised to call her like two weeks ago, and I totally forgot.

"Hi mom," I say over the phone.

"I was thinking you would ignore me again," mom reply.

"Mom, I'm in a bad mood right now. Can we talk later, I will call you," I tell her, and I hear her sigh.

"You said that two weeks ago," she replies.

"I'm sorry, I've just been busy with school and work,"

"I know, just take care of yourself, alright," she says.

"I will," I assure her and hang up the phone.

I walk directly to the room I share with Ava and walk inside, I haven't even made it inside when my phone pings.

A message from Mrs. Willow.

"Don't forget to interview the players,"

"Fuck!" I cursed out loud.

The thought of seeing Justin irks me to no end, i hope he gives an excuse not to come for the interview like Aaron.

-

I stare down at the practicing players in the stadium, unlike last time, which was crowded. This place is completely empty.

Except for the players, the coach, and myself, there is literally no one here.

One good thing is that Justin isn't here, I haven't seen him since I walked in.

He definitely looks like the type to skip practice.

"Heyyy," the couch call for me, and I hurry down to meet him.

"You have five minutes," he tells me and walks out, I turn towards the players who were removing their helmets and gloves.

Surprisingly, Aaron is here.

They all look huge and tall, as expected of hockey player, their padded clothes added to their physique, and the sight made me shiver in something I don't want to admit.

Fright.

I'm afraid of huge men.

"Aren't you Justin's rumored girlfriend?" One of them says.

I think his name is Grant, the captain of the team.

"Yeah... that's true, I heard she's being forced to write an article on hockey because she wants to make the front page," another player adds. I don't know his name.

"I'm not Justin's girlfriend," I reply firmly.

"Yeah... it's quite obvious," another chuckle, and they all laugh.

I think that one's name is Mason, the goalie, I believe.

Oh, how much these people make me sick... I don't think I can do this anymore.

"They are dating you guys, I confirmed it from Justin," Aaron says, and my eyes widen.

I can see the shock on the other players' faces mirror mine as we all stare at Aaron.

"Don't spread nonsense," I fire, and he raises his hands up on defense.

"I'm serious," He replies.

"Tiffany," I hear the familiar deep voice behind me, and I turn to see Justin walking towards us. "Let's have a chat," He grabs my hand, sending waves of shock throughout my body. He pulls me towards the door, outside the stadium.

"What do you think you're doing, you jerk?!" I pull my hand away from his grip quickly.

I hate it when men touch me, especially men like Justin Harris.

I could still feel his huge hand around my wrist. It made my stomach knot.

"Be my girlfriend," he drops like a bomb, and I almost lost my balance.