All Chapters of Fake Dating my Ex's Worst Enemy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Astrid’s POVStunned, I left my eyes glued on the couple who were making out in front of me with no care in the world. I didn’t scream, I didn’t cry either though I really wanted to do one out of the two or maybe or both. With a lump in my throat, I just stood there, frozen in place as if my body had forgotten how to function.Reis’s mouth was still pressed to hers; soft, familiar and intimate in a way that made my stomach twist violently. Hannah Blake’s fingers were curled into the front of his jersey, her body leaning into his like she had every right to be there.And like I didn’t.The corridor buzzed with noise. Laughter rented the air, skates scraped against concrete and lockers slamming but all I could hear was my heartbeat pounding wildly in my ears.This wasn’t happening, this couldn’t be happening. – I thought, trying to regulate my heavy breathing. Unable to bear the pain anymore, I decided to leave but my clumsiness made me bump into a furniture, making a low wince esca

Astrid’s POVBy the time I got back to the hostel after a fruitless struggle with Ocean, my legs felt like they might give out from under me.The corridor was quiet, too quiet for a school day but I welcomed it as I wanted that quietness. I was already cooking up the perfect tale to say to Dawn but when I got into our shared dormitory, her bed was empty. Her bag was gone, which meant she was probably at practice or the library or anywhere that wasn’t here. I was grateful she wasn't here to interrogate me. I would have loved to find out where she was but didn’t have the energy to check.Exhaling, I dropped my bag on the floor and slumped onto my bed, staring straight up at the ceiling like it might offer answers if I looked long enough.My heart wouldn’t slow down.It continued to thump violently against my ribs, every beat echoing the same question over and over again.What have you done?No matter how much I tried, Ocean’s voice continued to replay in my head with cruel clarity.

Astrid’s POVI couldn’t find him.He was not in the hallway outside my first class nor was he near the hockey rink where he usually lingered like he owned the ice even off it. He was also absent at lunch where the team normally gathered in loud, chaotic clusters that were impossible to miss.Ocean Rhett had vanished, leaving no trace and somehow, that made everything worse because while he was nowhere to be seen, I was suddenly everywhere.Eyes followed me down corridors. Whispers rose and fell behind my back like waves crashing against rocks.I heard my name more times in one day than I had in the entire semester.“Astrid… isn’t that her?”“That’s the girl Ocean claimed…”“Did she really dump Reis?”“No, I heard she cheated…”Fiddling with my fingers, I walked faster, my shoulders tight and my gaze glued to the floor like if I refused to acknowledge them, they might disappear.My skin felt too tight and too hot despite the cold air conditioning humming overhead. Every laugh sounded

Astrid’s POVThe moment his hand touched my thigh, every thought in my head crashed into silence.Without a second thought, I pushed his hand off, my palm hitting his wrist harder than I intended. “Don’t,” I snapped, turning toward the window as if the passing streetlights were suddenly fascinating.Ocean didn’t flinch, he simply withdrew his hand, resting it back on the steering wheel like nothing had happened.“I meant no harm,” he said calmly.His voice was low. He was not defensive or apologetic and that somehow annoyed me more.“Fine,” I muttered and he nodded once, his eyes still on the road. “Seatbelt.” The word came out firm, like an instruction.“I know how to…” I was going to argue. “Astrid,” he interrupted gently but firmly, glancing at me briefly. “Fasten your seatbelt.” I rolled my eyes but reached for it anyway, tugging the strap across my chest with unnecessary force

Astrid’s POVI hated all of them.Every single dress hanging inside that fitting room felt like a personal attack.They were either too tight, too short, too revealing, too loud and the most annoying part of it all was they were too, not me.Sulking, I was staring at my reflection in the mirror while the attendant adjusted another dress on the rack behind me. Silk, satin, sequins and other expensive fabrics shimmered under the lights like they were daring me to step into someone else’s life.“I look ridiculous,” I muttered.The attendant laughed softly, shifting her whole attention to me. “You look stunning, you just aren’t used to seeing yourself this way.” She cooed. That was the problem, I didn’t want to be seen this way, definitely not by Ocean.Snapping my eyes shut, I exhaled sharply and reached for another dress. This one was more simple than the others. It was still elegant, a fitted piece with a slit running up to my thigh but when compared to the rest, it felt safer.“Th