Fake Dating My Highschool Bully のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

~•Maya•~ Eight years. I was excited to celebrate our eighth anniversary and even though he hadn’t called yet —probably because of how busy he was —I decided to surprise him myself. His apartment was unlocked and that meant he was home. It made me even more giddy. We’ve been together ever since our first year in college and we were just perfect for each other. Two nerds doing what they knew best. Even though one of us was hot. Which wasn’t me by the way. I practically skidded towards his bedroom but I heard noises and slowly drew to a stop. It wasn’t just any noise. It was moans. My heart lodged itself in my throat and for a second, I thought one of his friends had brought a woman over. That meant, Tom wasn’t home. It should have made me turn around and back away, but I was curious, so I pushed the door open, and what I saw shredded my heart into pieces. “Harder, Tom,” my sister moaned as my boyfriend drove in and out of her. I blinked and pinched myself. Oh well, this was

◇•Liam•◇"You've got to be kidding me," she hissed, taking another step back.I blinked, surprised—then grinned."Look who we have here. Maya," I said. Her name rolled off my tongue, feeling both foreign and oddly familiar.I sipped the coffee in my hand, eyes never leaving her.She looked borderline annoyed—irritated, even. By me."This is a pleasant surprise. You came looking for me," I placed a hand over my chest, and she scrunched up her nose."You're in the wrong house," she snapped. "I booked this place for a month. In my name!" She wagged a finger, and I leaned casually in the doorway."So did I, pookie," I muttered. Her brows furrowed before she frowned."I don't know what game you're playing, Carter. But you should stop."I raised an eyebrow. "I should be the one asking what game you’re playing. Are you stalking me? Because there’s no way you’d just 'mysteriously' show up at my door."I crossed my legs and tilted my head."Or tell me—did you miss me so much you came looking?"

•~ Maya•~ “Coffee? Breakfast?” he asked, following me into the sitting room. I groaned mentally. “I don’t need anything from you,” I said, and he stepped in front of me, pasting a wide smile on his face—it made him look a little cute, unfortunately. “You just saved my life. I should at least—” “Look, just stop, okay? I’m not interested in whatever you have to give or what you want to do,” I said, and his expression dropped a little. It should have made me feel bad, but I was too exhausted to feel anything anymore. It was time I stopped prioritizing others’ feelings over mine. It was fucking time I did so. I gave a small nod and took a step back, running my fingers through my hair. “Thank you for letting me stay the night. I’ll just freshen up and be out of your space,” I muttered before I turned around, grabbed the bag where I’d put my toiletries earlier, and walked toward the staircase. I stopped dead in my tracks and muttered a curse under my breath before I tu

~• Maya•~I took a walk to the beach the next morning. Liam had not come downstairs yet, so, well, it was impossible to shower while he was in the room. The thought of sharing space with him still felt awkward, and I didn’t feel like dealing with that yet.I figured sitting around wouldn’t help much, so I decided to go to the beach and, if I was lucky, get some sun.The excited chatter of both men and women filled the air. It was mostly Italian, though, so yeah, I couldn’t understand much.I stopped when I was a couple of feet away from the water, spreading out my mat on the ground. I sat on it, drawing my knees to my chest as a sigh escaped me. .It was still pretty early, but the sun was already peeking out, and I was a little surprised to see all these people at the beach at this time. I stayed in that posture for God knows how long, just staring at the endless line of water and wondering what to do next.Jenny had said they were getting married, and Mum had called for me. I was

LiamI sank onto the couch, a sigh escaping me. It was safe to say I was a little annoyed.Was I wrong for expecting an explanation? If I would be dragged into this mess, the least she could do was offer one—and she wasn’t even ready to give that.I know we don’t have the best history, but come on. After a few minutes, the door creaked open, but I didn’t turn around.I knew who it was anyway. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.Her footsteps were soft and light as she shut the door and walked toward me. I peeled my eyes open and looked up. She stood in front of me, not meeting my gaze.She fiddled with the hem of her shirt—my shirt—that, annoyingly, looked good on her.“Hey. I’m sorry about the way I talked to you earlier,” she muttered.I raised a brow, cocking my head slightly.“It’s nothing,” I said, keeping my tone flat. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, clearly uncertain, before finally sitting down on the other end of the couch.“U