Novel & Cerita Fake Report Card

I quickly got dressed and grab my phone, I completely forgot to send the department an email, I won't be able to attend classes I have to inform the professors, I turned on the phone and started typing the email, I stopped Midway thinking of a reasonable excuse. I can't say my fake boyfriend invited me to watch a game, wait... I can say I joined the hockey team cheerleaders, although I didn't submit a proof of that, I can't think of any other excuse so that's the only thing I can say, I took in a deep breath before I typed my long explanation.

After the call, he turns his attention back to me. "Okay," he said, "I'll save your mother, as long as you fulfilled your promise." This is all for you mom, "I promise." •●• "You agreed to his proposal?" Zoe asks and I nodded "my friend you are getting bolder and bolder every day." He told me not to tell anyone that this is going to be a fake marriage, but I already told Zoe but I didn't mention it to him. "I happy for you," she laughs "like they say these days faking it in style."

"Here's my card." ​ Without another word, he opened the door and walked out, leaving me alone in the sudden silence of my room. ​ I sank down onto the edge of my bed, staring at the black card. I knew he had thrown me a massive lifeline last night, and I genuinely wanted to repay his kindness... but a fake relationship with an NHL superstar was just too high of a price. Cole had already destroyed my trust. If I entered a fake relationship with a guy like Ethan, I was definitely going to end up catching real feelings and getting hurt. I couldn't risk my mental health like that.

' In my office, I pulled up the website for Mountain Coast College. I pulled up the application and filled in as much of Celly's information as I could. I printed it and put it in a big envelope. I had entered my credit card information and name in the area for the application f*e. She would need to fill in the places I left blank. She would need to select the school and degree track. I didn't even know what those things meant. I called the high school and asked for a certified official copy of Celly's record. The office assistant said she would have it ready in an hour for me.

I rambled trying to prove my point! "Yo, yo... No, I don't." She laughed. "Is this sweet boxer nervous?" She asked giggling. "You have to ask me that?" I yelled. "Of course. I am." I confessed. "Okay, okay. I'll would. But make sure you talk about this fake dating with him don't just stare at the guy like you did last time." She warned and I nodded immediately making my best poppy eyes. She called him and they talked for a minute or so, making me look at her as she takes the call.

That kid was his, not Bruce’s. But if Jace saw it? Well, everything in that family would explode. The doctor set about crafting the fake report. I slid the original into my bag while he worked. “If this comes back on me—” he started. I shut him down. “It won’t. Trust me.” If it did, he’d have bigger problems. Twenty minutes later, the fake was ready. Bruce Ferguson: Biological father. Jace Norman: Excluded. His hands were shaking when he handed it over.

Within seconds, my computer screen appears on the massive display behind me, visible to everyone in the packed auditorium. "Here," I say, opening the first file. "This is the original incident report from Jason's first day. There was no violence, no loss of control. But here..." I open another window, showing the editing history. "Here's where I changed it. Added details about aggression, about him threatening other students." Gasps ripple through the crowd as they see the timestamps, the tracked changes, the clear evidence of manipulation. "And this," I continue, opening another file, my voice getting stronger despite my terror. "The medical reports claiming he had unstable hormone levels.

Nor now nor ever. There was no place for emotions in their fake relationship and there should be no blurred lines between...

"Not now." "Ava, you need to see this right now." Mia held out her phone. It was the school's anonymous gossip account, the one that posted screenshots and commentary and occasionally video, and it had already posted about the exchange, a ten-second clip someone had filmed from the bleachers, Mason's voice clear and sharp: *You're just so afraid of being ordinary that you've made yourself impossible to be around.* The caption read: *THE WAR CONTINUES. Round three goes to Reed??? Comment your scores.*

" I looked at the test report she was holding up, my expression completely calm. I never imagined Fiona would go this far to fabricate evidence. I rose slowly to my feet, my eyes sweeping over the Harpers and their lawyer, who clearly thought victory was already secured. My voice was steady, firm, leaving no room for doubt. "The report is fake. I don't believe it." "Fake?" Rachel reacted as if she had just heard the biggest joke of her life. She handed copies of the report to Judge Alex Brooks and the jury. "Mrs. Cole, this report was issued by the municipal hospital and bears its official seal. It has legal validity. You say it is fake, so it is fake?"