All Chapters of Fake dating the School King: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Aaron stepped closer. Slow. Controlled. Dangerous.“I won’t repeat myself,” he said, his voice low and edged with warning.The hallway fell silent.For a second, everything seemed to stop.My pulse hammered in my ears.Then Liam let go of my wrist.But his eyes stayed locked on Aaron’s, and Aaron didn’t blink once. Something sharp passed between them — silent and tense.This wasn’t over. Not even close.I rubbed my wrist slowly. Aaron’s gaze flicked to me, checking.For a brief second, his deep brown eyes softened, the intensity easing just a little. Then it disappeared.Liam exhaled, a faint smile on his lips. “Relax. I wasn’t hurting her.”Aaron didn’t reply. He just stood there, one hand running through his dark hair in that absent way that always made my stomach flip. A few strands fell loose, giving him that effortless, intense look.Liam glanced at me. “See you around, Allison.”He walked away like nothing had happened.But the tension stayed.I let out a breath. “You di

I didn’t rush.Even though he told me to meet him at the car.Even though part of me wanted to.I walked out of the school building like nothing had changed.Like my heart wasn’t doing something strange again.The parking lot came into view.Aaron’s car was already there.Windows tinted.For a second, I slowed down.Because even if I couldn’t see him clearly, I knew he was watching.That quiet, intense way he always did.Before I could reach the car, “Allison.”I stopped.Liam.He walked up beside me, hands in his pockets, his light brown hair falling slightly over his forehead. His hazel eyes were softer today, searching mine carefully.“You’re leaving?” he asked.“Yeah.”A small pause.“If he’s going to act like that…” he said slowly, “you don’t have to go with him.”I frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”“The party,” he added. “If he’s being cold about it, you could come with me instead.”That caught me off guard.I looked at him for a second.At how easy he was.How simple eve

Paige didn’t step back.If anything, She stepped closer.Too close.Her fingers lifted slowly, brushing lightly against Aaron’s chest like she belonged there.Like she had the right.A small, practiced smile curved her lips.“I didn’t realize you were busy,” she said, her voice soft… almost sweet.Fake.My stomach twisted.Aaron didn’t move at first.Didn’t react.Then, His hand came up.Not to touch her.To stop her.He caught her wrist mid-motion and pushed it away.Firm.Controlled.“Do you ever get tired,” he said slowly, his voice low, “of embarrassing yourself?”The smile on Paige’s face flickered.Just for a second.But I saw it.So did he.“You’re being dramatic,” she said lightly, trying to recover. “I was just—”“Don’t.”That one word cut through everything.Sharp.Final.Silence fell between them.Paige didn’t look untouchable.I folded my arms, tilting my head slightly as I looked at her.“You should probably stop,” I said calmly.Her eyes snapped to mine.“If you’re goi

Aaron stood there, a few steps away, his gaze fixed on Liam. Not angry. Not loud.Just… certain.Liam didn’t move.Didn’t look intimidated either.“I think she can decide that,” he said.My chest tightened.Of course.Now I was the center of it.Again.Aaron’s eyes shifted to me.Not soft.Not hard.Just focused.“Can you?” he asked quietly.The question threw me off for a second.Not because of what he said—But because of the way he asked.I straightened slightly.“I’ll go home myself.”Silence.Both of them looked at me now.Good.Let them.Because I wasn’t doing this.Not today.Aaron’s jaw tightened just a fraction.“That’s not happening. I can't let my girlfriend go home alone."My brows lifted.I let out a sigh as I rolled my eyes.Liam let out a quiet breath.“You don’t have to listen to him,” he said.That was it.That was the line.I could feel people slowing down nearby.Not obvious.But enough.Always enough.Aaron stepped closer.Not aggressive.But close enough for me

*Aaron’s POV* She was quiet.That was the first thing I noticed.Too quiet.I sat across from her, elbows resting lightly on the table, eyes fixed on her face.She wasn’t looking at me.Just staring at the table like it held something interesting.It didn’t.Something was off.I could feel it.And I didn’t like it.Fuck.The memory of Vanessa hit me hard.Her sitting on that table in the gym, legs slightly apart, whispering how she could help me “relax.” I had been so pissed off — at my family’s constant pressure, at Liam always hovering around Allison like he had a chance, and at this whole fake relationship that was starting to feel way too real. I just wanted to clear my head, to feel like the old me for a minute. So I gave in. I kissed her. Rough. Hungry. Like I was trying to push everything else out.My eyes lifted to Allison again.Still quiet.Still distant.And now I was starting to piece it together.Did she see?My chest tightened slightly.No.If she did—This wouldn