Novel & Cerita Fake Friend Day

“No, no. There’s no need for that because…Chris and I aren’t actually dating.” Caleb’s gaze shot to mine. “What?” “We’re dating. But we’re not actually dating.” Confusion was plastered across Caleb’s face. “Can you elaborate?” “Chris and I are in a fake relationship. Zeke and I were once best friends and Chris was someone Zeke hated. Zeke approached me about being his…breeder…after the rejection and…” Caleb’s nostrils flared. “That’s illegal and disgusting.” “He wanted me to do so willingly. Not illegally. So he wanted to make my life hell to force me into it. Chris thought a relationship with him might get him to back off and it was double benefit cause Zeke hates him.”

I looked at her and she seemed to have understood what I was saying. " I can't even look at them in the eyes and can't avoid them either. Whenever we meet he seems to avoid me which hurts me as well as him. Our relationship is getting affected. So my best friend suggested to me that I should introduce someone as my girlfriend to them. It would calm him and he would be assured that I am not interested in his wife. So can you please pretend to be my girlfriend in front of my friends? " She was about to say something when her phone started ringing. She looked at her screen. Prachi was calling her. Her eyes started shining when she saw her name. She picked up the phone.

Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

Isla's eyebrows furrowed in feigned confusion, "Bestfriend King? Your bestfriend is a king? Of what kingdom?" Joan and Alistair laughed. "I'm so sorry, I said bestfriend, King" She stressed on the pause, "his name is King." "Aaaaah, I see." Isla pretended to blush in embarrassment, scratching her head, "It just sounded really like, well, you know and I thought...uhm... nevermind. It's just so really...embarrassing. I'm such a ..." "I'll leave you two now and...uhm see you later. You're getting discharged in three days, right? I'll make sure to come visit."

“Man’s a bigger asshole than I thought.” “Will you help me out?” she asked. I sat up straighter, arms resting on my knees. “I pretend to date you until…” “The summer’s over. That’s just one month,” she added quickly. I nodded. “So, yeah, if I agree to date you for one month—” “Fake date,” she corrected. My lips tipped up. Funny. “What do you want out of it? Prove you’ve moved on? Doesn’t seem like it was much of a relationship if he jumped into bed with your sister. You’ll move on without—”

“Ground rules?” He nodded, his eyes glinting. “First of all, no one can know this is fake. If anyone suspects that we’re not actually dating, the whole thing falls apart. So, we need to be convincing—like, really convincing.” She wasn’t sure whether to be intimidated or intrigued by the way he spoke, but she swallowed and nodded. “Okay. What else?”

Santos asked. I looked up at him. Then back at the phone. Then back at him. "Maybe we need to cancel the fake engagement," I said. Santos's eyebrow went up again. "Why?" I dropped into the chair across from his desk, suddenly exhausted. "Because I just agreed to plan my ex-best friend's wedding to a woman who is secretly evil, and I clearly have no self-respect." "She's evil?" Santos sounded curious. "I can't prove it.” I admitted. "But I feel it. She's too sweet. It's not real. Every time she smiles at me, I feel like she's enjoying my pain."

“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 again, what choice do I have? “Fine.” The words feel as if I'm swallowing glass. “I will do it. I will be your fake mate.” Something flashes in his eyes. Relief? Triumph? I can't tell. “Good.” He pulls out his phone. “We start tomorrow. I will pick you up at noon. We need to be seen together, convince people this is real.” My breath catches. “Wait, tomorrow? I need time to—” “We don't have time. The sooner we establish this relationship, the more believable it will be. So, tomorrow noon, be ready.”

My heart does a stupid little jump. “You’re saying we should fake date?” Laura nods. “Yes, dear. Just for a few months, until we get everything in place.” “Hmm.” I lean back, settling into the couch. “What’s in it for me?” “What?” Rhett asks, surprised. He looks at me like he knew I’d say yes, but not this fast. Not this easily. “Why not?” I shrug. “As long as I’m getting something huge out of it. I need publicity too.”