Fake It Till We Make It Book Novels & Stories

Wasn't she supposed to jump at the thought of getting two women for free and push us to business right away? She doesn't have to pay anyone. Why is she being a pain in the ass and interrogating us like a bloody damn cop? 'No one did anything to us!' I seethed through gritted teeth. 'We are virgins.' I lie, pinning her under a serial killer glare. Fake it till you make it! They say. I practice. 'I see!' Xiomara lets out a fake sigh. In these moments of futile combat, I see my worst fear coming alive and twerking at my face.

They flow softly at first and then faster. Aren't people supposed to have life figured out by now? I have no idea what I'm doing. They say fake it until you make it, but so far I'm just a big fake. My friends have found significant others. They have good jobs and hobbies. Their shit is figured out. I'm over here dating losers, falling for my bodyguard, and handing out dog food samples for a living. What kind of person has to bribe dogs to like them?

“Then fake date.” “What?” I pause for her to laugh, then snort at her ridiculous idea when I realize she’s serious. “This isn't one of your cliche rom-com novels, Bibah.” She smacks my arm, hard this time. “Shut up.” Her eyes glint with determination as she carries on, explaining. “You only have to fake it until graduation, which is in like… weeks from now. It’ll at least solve half of your problems. Let the school think you’re happy and in love so your reputation doesn’t take another hit, work with him so both of you don’t flunk Mate 101, and then mutually dump each other like the dumb-asses that you are after graduation.”

But now wasn't the time to break down. It was time to act right. One thing was for sure: I wouldn’t just break down the bloodline responsible for turning me vulnerable. I would destroy it. Like my mom used to say, “Fake it till you make it.” With that proverb, I changed my entire mood back to the innocent fangirl I was. “Mr. Luca, I’m so sorry. Just as Miss Harper left, she slammed the door, which made that book fall, and so I thought of picking it up,” I lied with much confidence and innocence, so he wouldn’t suspect a thing.

Pam’s head swiveled like a spectator at a tennis match, probably wondering why both of us had our jaws hanging down to the ground. I snapped my mouth closed and rose to my full height, which was not impressive by any means, but it made me feel more put together, which I desperately needed right about then. Fake it ‘til you make it became my personal motto. “Hello, Mr. er . . . Boston. Lovely to see you again.” I pasted on a sickly sweet smile and tried to quantify the odds that Pam wouldn’t put two and two together about my jerk of a boss. As an accountant, I liked adding and subtracting, not statistics. Pretty sure it was one hundred percent certain I’d be out of a job in three . . . two .

"You should take Dad's reputation into consideration, Mom. His subordinates are still around." Mom scoffed as she looked at the crowd of people behind us. "I suppose I can keep myself in check for Matthew's sake." Dad breathed a sigh of relief before shooting a grateful look at me. The three of us conversed with each other while ignoring everyone around us, leaving the Morenos and the outlaws stunned as they watched us. Frank was the first one to snap back to his senses. "You faked your own death, Matthew?" he demanded. "Did you do it so that the other Morenos would drop by our home to demand money from us?"

“With my butt on this freezing floor? While I'm about to be sold by some stranger in a few hours?” I realized I was clenching my teeth. “That’s not going to happen.” “Easy for you to say!” “If it were easy for me, I wouldn't be here right now.” Fortunately, that sentence managed to quiet her. While she was talking, I had already accessed the identity records and started filtering the names that appeared. The phone number on the card made my job significantly easier. I began transferring all the accounts—large and small—into entirely different accounts. Meanwhile, I made a fake call to myself.

Her fingers trailed over some of the book spines before she turned to the one shelf she’d always turned to, and Allieiberately pulled one book from its rows. “The Milkmaid Diaries?” I asked, brows raised, as she held up the pornstar’s autobiography. “Yep.” She flipped it open, not even acknowledging my skeptical tone. “You made a fake library card, laminated it, drove here at 9pm, walked five blocks through the rain, for the Milkmaid Diaries?” “Yep. Hold on. I marked the passage.” “Sure.”

But his smile was completely fake. Emily looked at me like 'what the heck?' "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. Tyler and I are going to try and become fake friends now." I said. "My life is so crazy." How could I forget to tell Emily something as crazy as that? "Can't argue with you there." Emily shrugged and we both looked back at Tyler who was now standing by us with Courtney by his side.

Dad is too powerful and influential to do those things. After changing clothes and removing my light make-up, I finished doing my night routine and lay in bed. I thought about Nathan Fuenter and his weirdness. I wonder what kind of person he is. I grabbed a book from my shelf and was about to flip its page when I heard a thud on my room’s veranda.