Fake Dating Novels & Stories

He suddenly put his hands on my cheeks and turned my face to meet his. "Do you wanna pretend with me? Pretend to be in a fake relationship, and let everyone know that we are dating," he suddenly asked.

“You know, to make the fake dating look real.” But the photo doesn’t look right. I lean closer, snapping another, then another. Still not good enough. I step carefully over his legs to get a better angle from the left, but my foot catches on a book—and I fall. Right onto his waist. “Shit,” I gasp, nearly dropping my phone. My pulse rockets. His eyes open—wide, confused, then focused on me. “What are you doing?” he asks, voice groggy but sharp. “Taking a picture! For my Instagram—to show people we’re not fake dating!” I blurt out.

Come to think of it, she would’ve made a perfect fake girlfriend. I let her hands stay, even though my stomach fought against it. “You’re aware of my…relationship.” “Very aware. The girls at my office wouldn’t shut up about it. Jace the very sexy, panty dropping, daddy in a love scandal.” She giggled, “of all the things. I am upset though. Why didn’t you just ask me to help? We’d be more believable than you and rainbow dash.” My eyes narrowed slightly. “Don’t call her that. Besides,” I plucked her hands off my chest. “We wouldn’t work. Too predictable, it would look planned. We don’t exactly give loved up, do we?”

Mia looked at me, eyes wide. I shook my head fast. She pressed the button again. “Leave.” “Mia, please. I just wanna talk to her for five minutes.” “She doesn’t want to talk to you.” “Let me hear it from her.” Mia rolled her eyes so hard I heard it. “She’s literally shaking her head no right now. Go away.” “Mia…” “No. And hey, Rowan? Real quick the whole fake dating thing to fix your image? Never a good idea. Shocker, it bit you in the ass. Bye.”

“And I can help end it. Tell everyone we're dating and no one will pay attention to what happened in the locker room and the dorm. They'll even think it's an invasion of privacy and take down their articles.” “Not Kelsey though.” “Come on. Let's give it a shot. You won't know till you try it.” “I’m not dating you.” “Then I'll leave.” “Fine,” I hissed. “Jesus. I'll date you. Fake-date you.” “Yay.” Jericho giggled and threw her arms around me. I barely caught myself and we tumbled to the floor. Just then, I heard the sound of a camera click and turned. Kelsey Sawyer had taken our picture and this time she winked.

But could I follow through with his lie? Could I cozy up to him and act like I was suddenly in love with the school's golden boy? Could I really be Aaron Walker's fake girlfriend? Or would it all end in disaster?

“I already told you. It’s not like that.” Dawn tilted her head then pouted, “Then what is it like?” I didn't answer immediately because that question always did something annoying to my brain because the answer wasn’t clean. It wasn’t something I could wrap up in a neat sentence and hand over like it made sense. Fake dating, that was what it was supposed to be nothing more. So why did it feel like it was more than that? Ocean wasn't helping a bit. Each time he looked at me like I wasn’t just a problem he was solving, but something he was choosing.

He said smugly leaning further into the couch. "Really, that is not a problem to you?" I questioned. "Of course not, people who don't know themselves date all the time" "That's totally different from what you are suggesting" I exclaimed throwing my hands at his outrageous suggestion. "How so?" He asked staring at me like some child just trying to throw a tantrum. "You said it is going to be fake right, nothing attached?" I confirmed. "Yes, why? You want something more?" He taunted making me roll my eyes.

“Relax, River. If I wanted to stalk you, I wouldn’t knock. I’d already be inside.” I glared at him. “Not funny.” “Okay, okay.” He held up both hands like he was surrendering. “But seriously, we need to talk about us.” That word ‘us’ sent a weird jolt through me. My mind scrambled to protest before I realized what he meant. He was talking about Fake dating. The ridiculous plan I had cornered him into agreeing. I groaned and dragged a chair across from him. “Fine. Let’s get this over with. Ground rules first.”

"Okay. You get a point for that." "My turn," I say, crossing my arms. "When's my birthday?" Aurora opens her mouth to answer, then closes it. She squints, thinking hard. "Uh... October? No, wait. November?" I sigh, shaking my head. "You don't even know my birthday? Wow. I'm hurt. Truly." "Hey, we've only been fake-dating for a while!" she shoves my shoulder. "When is it?" "September twelfth," I said. "And we have a serious fucking problem if we can't even get that right. We have a lot of work to do if we're going to fool this entire campus."