All Chapters of Fake dating the School King: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

*Aaron's POV* I couldn't find the right words to break the silence during the drive.The drive felt...Heavy.I kept my eyes on the road, but I was aware of her—of everything.The way Allison sat slightly turned toward the window, like she was trying to put space between us without actually moving.It was subtle.But I noticed.I always did.“You’re doing it again,” I said.My voice came out lower than usual. Not sharp. Just controlled.“Doing what?” she asked.She didn’t look at me.“Shutting me out.”A small pause.“I’m just quiet.”I shook my head slightly, one hand tightening on the wheel before easing again.“No. You were thinking.”That got her.She turned a little, just enough for me to catch her expression before she looked away again.“And if I was?”I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling slowly.“It didn’t change anything.”“It changed something,” she said softly.My jaw tightened.Of course it did.That was the problem.“I told you I’d handle it.”Now she looked at me.F

I stopped by the door of an empty classroom.Slipped my phone into my pocket.Before I could process everything, I buried my face into my palms.I didn’t cry.At all.I was just… exhausted.Everything felt too much.Aaron couldn’t even explain.He didn’t say anything.That alone kept replaying in my head.I took a slow breath and pushed myself away from the door, walking down the quiet hallway.My steps were slow.Heavy.Like I was carrying something I couldn’t even explain.I walked into the cafeteria.It wasn’t so busy.Not break time yet.A few students here and there.Low noise.Just enough silence for me to think.Which was exactly what I wanted.I walked up to the counter.“1 bottle of orange juice, please.”“1 for me too.”I paused.I knew that voice.Of course.Liam.I didn’t even turn immediately.“Hey,” he said.“Hey.”I grabbed the drink and walked toward an empty table, sitting down quietly.He followed and sat across from me.“I saw the video,” he said, opening his bottle

*Allison's POV* I couldn't handle the tension anymore.Without waiting for a response, I turned and left the classroom.The both of them stayed silent.Watching me go.I walked down the hallway.My emotions shifted from anger to something else.Something heavier and more confusing.I kept replaying everything.What they said.Aaron.Liam.It made it harder for me to stay calm.I tried to keep my pace steady, but my thoughts got louder the farther I went.I reached the restroom.Stepped inside and closed the door behind me.The quiet didn't fully calm me, but it gave me space to breathe and think without them in front of me.I exhaled slowly, stepping toward the sink, my fingers gripping the edge of the marble counter. My head dropped forward, shoulders rising and falling with a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding.Everything felt… loud.Not around me.Inside me.I lifted my head slightly, staring at my reflection.I looked fine.Too fine.Like nothing was wrong.And maybe tha

The basketball rolled slowly across the court before stopping near the edge.I leaned back against the bench with a tired sigh, brushing loose strands of hair away from my face. The sunset had faded into something softer now, the orange glow stretching across the empty court while the evening breeze cooled the warmth on my skin.Aaron sat beside me, elbows resting on his knees.Still in his blazer.Still looking unfairly good for someone who had spent the last thirty minutes laughing at my terrible basketball skills.“You’re actually horrible at this,” he said finally.I looked at him immediately. “Excuse me?”A smirk tugged at his lips.“You heard me.”“Oh wow.” I shook my head slowly. “And after I worked so hard too.”“You worked hard?” He let out a quiet chuckle. “Allison, the ball almost hit me twice.”“It was one time.”“Twice.”I crossed my arms dramatically. “You’re such a supportive coach.”“I’m honest.”I rolled my eyes, but a small laugh escaped me anyway.The sound seemed

“Where exactly?” I asked.“You ask too many questions.”“That’s because you act suspicious all the time.”A small smirk appeared on his face.“Come on.”I shook my head softly before standing up and grabbing my bag.I followed him through the hallway quietly.We climbed the stairs toward the upper floor.Then another staircase.Then another.By now, I was suspicious.“Aaron Briggs,” I breathed out dramatically, “if this ends with me dying—”“You complain too much.”“You brought me up a hundred stairs.”“Exercise is important.”“You sound eighty years old.”He pushed open a metal door before I could continue.The cool breeze hit my face immediately.I stopped walking.The rooftop.The entire school stretched beneath us, the distant sounds of students echoing faintly from below.The evening sun painted the sky in warm shades of orange and gold, and the wind moved gently against my hair.For a second…it felt peaceful.Really peaceful.I stepped forward slowly.“You come here?”Aaron wal