Todos los capítulos de My Fake Boyfriend Is My Biggest Rival: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Harper stared at the little boy like he’d just asked her to solve a maths problem in front of the whole school. Her mouth opened, then closed again. Nothing came out. She could feel her face getting warm. And judging by the way Luca was very clearly trying not to laugh, he noticed.The boy just stood there, patient as anything, completely unaware he’d just made things ten times worse than any rumour or school gossip ever had. Harper shot Luca a look, silently begging him to step in. He just raised his eyebrows like, Your turn. Of course it was her turn. It always somehow became her turn when Luca was involved.“We’re friends,” she said finally.The boy looked between them. “But you hold hands.”Harper looked down.Oh.Luca’s hand was still holding hers. Not tightly, just… there. Like it belonged there. Warm from the sun, fingers loosely curled around hers like it was the most normal thing in the world. Her stomach did something annoying.“Sometimes,” she said quickly.“Why?” the boy a

Harper stayed where she was, staring at Luca while he stood a few steps away with his football bag hanging off one shoulder. For once, she had nothing sharp to say. That alone threw her off.Usually it was simple. He said something, and she fired back. He smirked, and she rolled her eyes. He pushed; she pushed harder. It was a rhythm she knew without thinking. This wasn’t that.Luca was looking at her like she wasn’t just background noise. Like she had caught his attention and he hadn’t decided what to do with it yet. Harper shifted on the bench.“Why are you staring at me?”Luca blinked, then looked away toward the field. “I’m not.”“You are.”“I was thinking.”“About my face?”He glanced back at her. “Unfortunately.”Harper frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”“I don’t know.”He rubbed the back of his neck. He actually looked unsure. That was new. Luca Hayes didn’t do unsure. He didn’t do awkward either, but here he was, both. Harper tried not to smile.“You really don’t know?”

Adrian's question hung there long enough that I got weirdly aware of my own hands. I had one thumb hooked under the edge of my folder, rubbing the same spot over and over without noticing I was doing it. He waited. That was somehow worse than the question itself. Maybe because I'd spent years being the girl who watched other people get asked out, and I'd never actually figured out what you were supposed to do when it happened to you.I glanced toward the cafeteria doors. Luca was still there, though he'd stopped talking to Ethan. I looked back at Adrian fast, before Luca could catch me staring."Friday?""Yeah. If you want to."No smugness in it. No assumption that I'd say yes because he figured I should. He just waited, and somehow that made it easy. Adrian was nice. He actually listened when I talked, and he never made me feel like I had to compete with him just to finish a sentence. After everything with Noah, maybe Nice was exactly the point."Okay," I said. "Friday."His mouth cu

By the time the gossip page ran out of new things to invent about her, the Westbrook Weekly wanted a piece of it too.Harper found out from a sticky note on her locker, handwriting way too neat to belong to anyone but somebody on the newspaper staff. The media club wants you and Luca for a feature. Room 214, lunch Thursday. Please say yes; I'm literally begging. Signed Zoe, three exclamation points crammed on after her name like punctuation alone could apply pressure."No," Harper said, showing Luca the note."Why not?""It's a trap.""It's a newspaper interview.""Same thing."He stole a fry off her tray, a fight that stopped being worth having weeks ago. "Zoe's harmless. Interviewed the janitor last month about hallway trash cans.""Not reassuring.""It's exactly reassuring. Nobody who cares that much about trash cans is trying to ruin your life."She stared at him. "That logic doesn't hold up at all.""Most of mine doesn't. Still works somehow."She went anyway, mostly because Zoe

After school let out, the library at Westbrook had a particular quiet, the kind of quiet where pages turned, chairs scraped, and somebody’s pencil tapped out a rhythm no one else wanted to hear, and Harper had taken the same corner table for three weeks running because it was far enough from the windows that she wasn’t singing in the afternoon sun and close enough to the reference shelves to grab an atlas or a dictionary without losing her seat to the freshmen who treated the place like a gossip study hall. She had color-coded index cards spread across the table in categories that made sense to almost nobody but her, history in blue, science in green, literature in a yellow that had already started to fade from how often she'd handled the cards, and she'd been running through capital cities under her breath for the better part of forty minutes when a shadow fell across the table and stayed there.She looked up, expecting Mia, who sometimes wandered in to complain about calculus, and f