Novel & Cerita I Have Pretended To Be Mentally

Every time he reached for the pencil, I would move my hand quickly before our fingers could meet. Then, I would pretend that I had done it for another reason. My heart was going too fast and I needed it to stop. I told myself I was a good girl, the sensible scholarship student. I told myself this was work and he was absolutely insufferable. I reminded myself that no less than twenty-four hours ago he had been mocking my major tics at the lunch table without even flinching. And I had to reiterate to my brain that I was the good step sister who should not dare to sleep with her arrogant stepbrother no matter how much he teased me and tried to lure me into commiting such thing.

Even when it feels like standing at the edge of a cliff, toes curled over, gravity begging you to let go. I can’t tell if this is protection or possession. But right now, I’m too tired to tell the difference. So, I do what I do best. Pretend. Fake it till I make it.

He smiled at me as if nothing bad had happened between us, and he greeted me with those words as if it should be casual to talk with me. “Do you know what you're doing?” With a sarcastic look on my face, I informed him. My intention is to act as if I am not experiencing any anger at the one who is currently in front of me. I am trying to pretend that I am not. The fact that this guy right here is nothing but a jerk who hooks up with any other female that she is so drawn to despite the fact that he is already committed and already has a ring on his ring finger is something that I do not want anyone to know. In addition, I was embarrassed because apparently, I was one of his victims!

He's nothing like what Victoria said about being ugly and fat! Hearing these thoughts, Daniel glared at me with mock annoyance. I pretended not to understand and looked at him innocently, then grinned.

I looked at Elaine and asked, “Do you remember why I didn’t finish college?” Elaine’s expression froze for a moment, as if something had crossed her mind. Back then, she had faked her illness and convinced me to donate blood for her 99 times. The constant blood loss had taken a serious toll on my body. I was severely anemic. Even walking a short distance would leave me dizzy and weak. When it came time for the 100th session, I accidentally discovered that Elaine was not only well, but her family was also extremely wealthy. She had hired people to play along with her sick game. It was all to manipulate me into giving her my blood again and again.

He adviced. “I know,” I said, tapping my fingers on my thigh as I thought it through. “I need to draw them out, catch them off-guard. This needs to look real, like we’re just trying to fix things. Mom already thinks that I’m dumb. I guess I’ll just keep pretending to be dumb until I get what I want,” I chuckled softly, thinking about the night and how Ariana had pretended to be innocent calm each time we are around the cameras.

I lose myself in it, in him, and believe—even if it's for a second—that all of this is real and let him chase the last shred of doubt from my mind. Cheers erupt from the crowd. Someone whistles, inciting more laughs and clapping. I can forget that this group is full of gun-wielding soldiers. I can even forget that none of my friends or family are aware of what I've done. But I didn't do anything. This is all pretend. Right?

There's something in his expression now, something that's calling to me. And to my surprise, I hear his voice in my mind. "This is what we need to do," he says. "We need to pretend to be fighting for real." I don't know why, but that annoys me. I get to my feet and prepare my crossbow, ready to shoot him in rhe foot because of this whole jazz. Is he for real right now? Is this a trick or a distraction? "You're saying this now?" I demand at him. "Right after I almost killed you with a single blow and you barely made it? Did that woman fiddle with your brain when she took you?"

“How could you pretend to yourself that I would not care?” XXX