All Chapters of My Fake Boyfriend Is My Biggest Rival: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Luca received the revised scholarship letter while we were looking for a missing page in the quiz book. I accused him of removing it because the next category favoured me. He denied the charge with such unnecessary detail that I was beginning to believe it when his phone rang. The recruitment contact's name changed his expression before he answered. We were sitting in the public library, so he stepped outside and left the book open beneath his handprint. I watched through the window for a moment, then made myself read the remaining questions instead of trying to understand a conversation I couldn't hear.He returned with the careful face he used when something mattered too much to celebrate prematurely. The university had improved the offer. The letter had followed the call, setting out tuition support and a contribution to other costs, subject to final entry requirements and the medical conditions already discussed. It was the offer his performances had helped recover, the one that w

Luca checked twice that I still wanted to come for dinner, which made me more nervous than a single invitation would have. He explained that his parents knew we were seeing each other again and that I wasn't being invited to discuss his application. I believed him. I also knew families could begin with dinner and reach a difficult subject before anyone had finished passing the bread. My mother sent a dish because apparently returning a container empty violated an agreement nobody had written down. I carried it to the car while Luca apologised for the possibility that the evening might be awkward.I told him predicting awkwardness didn't count as causing it. He smiled, then asked if I would remind him of that later. At his house, his mother took the dish and complained pleasantly about my mother refusing to let her cook enough. His father greeted me by name and asked how school was going. I answered with the championship preparations rather than the fellowship, grateful to have more th

The school arranged the final removal update during a lunchtime when I would rather have been revising. I almost declined, then decided I wanted to know what had actually been done instead of continuing to imagine files waiting somewhere for another bad day. The welfare officer had already warned me that nobody could guarantee every forwarded copy had disappeared. The meeting would cover the accounts and recipients identified through the enquiry. I took a notebook with three questions and left the rest of my schoolwork with Priya, who promised not to improve my notes unless they offended her personally.Fiona sat at the end of the table with a printed list in front of her. There were fewer adults than at the earlier meeting, and nobody had arranged the chairs to make us face each other directly. The officer explained what had been confirmed: posts under Fiona's control had been removed, identified recipients had been asked to delete the material and given the correction, and the schoo

Luca opened the door with flour on his sleeve and an expression suggesting he had already regretted several decisions. I looked past him towards the kitchen and asked whether I should have eaten. He took the bag from my hand, discovered I had brought dessert and said my lack of faith was becoming offensive. The house smelt of garlic and something warm enough to make me hopeful. His parents had left a note about locking the back door, which sat beside the ingredients in his mother's unmistakable handwriting. Nothing about the evening looked prepared for a declaration. I liked that before I knew why.He had chosen pasta because it seemed difficult to ruin, then complicated matters by making the sauce himself. I was assigned the salad after he admitted that doing everything at once had been an ambitious interpretation of competence. We moved around the kitchen carefully at first. I asked where a bowl was even though I knew, and he told me before realising the same thing. Then the water b

The microphone made a brief, ugly noise when I adjusted it, and every face in the room seemed to turn towards me at once. I let go too quickly, nearly knocking my notes off the lectern. Behind me, the presentation slide remained calm and professionally arranged, giving no indication that the person explaining it had suddenly forgotten what her opening sentence was supposed to do. Our teacher sat near the front, and the expression she used when intervening would be less helpful than letting us continue. I found the first line and began again, slower this time.The final championship event combined timed academic rounds with the team presentation we had been preparing for weeks. We had reached the afternoon with a strong score and a mistake we could still feel. I had answered one question too quickly, and another team had gained the point when our correction came after the deadline. Nobody had blamed me, which didn't prevent me doing it efficiently enough for all of them. Adrian had rem