All Chapters of Fake dating the School King: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

*Allison’s POV* *The next day*The hallway felt weirdly loud that morning.Not physically.Just… socially.Everywhere I walked, people kept looking at me.Whispering. Turning. Checking their phones.At first, I thought maybe another rumor had started again.Honestly? At Parkview, that was becoming normal.I adjusted my bag slightly and kept walking toward my locker.Then I heard it.“She’s actually going?” “How did she even get approved?” “Aaron definitely pulled strings.”I slowed slightly.Going where?Aaron hadn't explained yesterday's text to me.He kept saying I'll understand soon.So what's this all about?Before I could even think properly, one of the office assistants appeared near the hallway.“Allison Foster?”I blinked. “Uh… yes?”“You’re needed in the administrative office.”That definitely sounded terrifying.I ignored the curious stares around me and followed her downstairs.The office smelled strongly like paper and coffee.Mrs. Lewis sat behind the desk typing some

The sound of a car horn echoed softly outside my house.I had already prepared my stuffs, waiting for Aaron.I immediately stood up from my bed and moved toward the window.Aaron.His black car was parked neatly in front of the gate while he leaned casually against it with his phone in his hand.Even from upstairs, he somehow still looked annoyingly attractive.I grabbed my bag quickly before rushing downstairs.“Mum, I’m leaving!”My mum walked out from the kitchen almost immediately.“Already?”“Yes. Aaron is outside.”That tiny smile appeared on her face again.I narrowed my eyes immediately.“Please stop smiling like that.”“Like what?”“Like you’re planning my wedding.” I replied.She laughed softly.“Enjoy yourself, Allison.”“I will.”“And call me when you arrive.”“Yes mum. I will.”She adjusted my hair gently before smiling again.“Tell Aaron I said hi.”I chucked a bit.“Oh my God.”I hurried toward the door before she could embarrass me further.The morning air felt cooler

The moment those Westbridge students walked past us, I wanted to disappear.One of the boys looked between Aaron and I before smirking.“Damn, Briggs,” he said slowly. “Nationals barely started.”Aaron looked completely unbothered.The boys behind him burst into laughter immediately.“Oh he’s DEFINITELY distracted now.”“Westbridge might actually survive this.”I covered my face briefly. “This is so embarrassing.”Aaron looked down at me with amusement written all over his face.“You’re blushing.”“I literally hate you.” I said turning my face away.“No you don’t.”Before I could reply, voices suddenly echoed through the hallway.“Ay! Why are you guys here?”Vanessa appeared from the elevator with two cheerleaders beside her before stopping immediately after seeing us.Her eyes widened dramatically.“Oh my God.”One of the basketball boys behind her looked between us instantly.“NAHHHHH.”Aaron sighed tiredly already.“Can everybody relax?”“No,” Vanessa replied immediately. “Actually

I pushed the door open and stepped into the room like my bones had decided to stop cooperating.Coach had talked for what felt like hours about strategy, discipline, “focus under pressure,” all those words that start to blur together when you’re tired and just trying to breathe.I removed my hoodie and placed it on the bed.“I swear,” I muttered, rubbing my neck, “that man can turn a five-minute talk into a life lecture.”Vanessa looked up from her phone, stretched lazily on her bed. “You mean the speech where he basically told us we’re either champions or disappointments depending on tomorrow?”“Exactly that one.”She nodded like she was taking notes. “That's the usual. I can imagine how hard he is making the players practice right now.”"Yeah. Too bad for them." I said stretching on the bed.Paige sat down crossing her legs on her bed, flipping through something on her phone, but not really reading it. She looked up for a second when I came in, then back down again.Just observant

*Aaron’s POV* The hotel looked completely destroyed the next morning.Open suitcases. Shoes scattered everywhere. Half-zipped bags. Basketball jerseys hanging over chairs.Nationals was officially over.And…We won.I sat on the edge of my bed scrolling through my phone while my duffel bag stayed completely unpacked on the floor.Coach Bennett had already texted the group chat three times.DOWNSTAIRS IN THIRTY. DON’T BE LATE. YES THIS INCLUDES YOU BRIGGS.I smirked slightly.Then my door suddenly opened without warning.“Everybody’s downstairs already,” Mason, my teammate said while walking in halfway. “And Coach said if you miss the bus, he’s leaving you.”“Whatever,” I replied lazily.I stood up slowly, grabbing my hoodie from the chair.Mason looked around my room before shaking his head. “Captain room really looks different.”“That’s because I’m important.” I replied.We both laughed.The moment we entered the lobby downstairs, noise immediately hit us.Cheerleaders everywhere.