Novel & Cerita When Is National Fake Friend Day

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

Gavin, my Beta, says as I enter the gym, probably looking annoyed. "Ah man, you know. The old man and my mom are just going at it. The usual," I answer honestly, and he rolls his eyes. "Focus on something else...like the fact you might be locked down to just one pussy tomorrow," Gavin says, and I force my eyes not to roll. I'm the one who made this fake image for myself two years ago, trying to be cool. It's not his fault I am starting to regret it. I honestly didn't plan my whole image out when I decided to start acting this way. I didn't think about the repercussions like fake friends and superficial girls sticking to me like gorilla duct tape.

Then I took in a deep breath and finally said in a whispe, “Let’s do it.” His brows lifted. “Do what?” “Fake date.” He looked at me for a long moment, as if he was searching my face to see if I was joking. “Seriously?” I nodded as my lips twisted into something bitter. “Let’s give them something to talk about. Something they’ll choke on.” A slow smile spread across his face but it wasn’t playful this time. It was fierce and it felt like he was about to make a vow. “Alright, Skylar Hayes” he said as he offered his pinky like a middle-school dare. “Let’s mess up their algorithm.”

He smiled and pinched the bridge of my nose, “You didn't even allow me to finish, I haven't finished what I'm saying” “You mean you still have more?” He smiled and shook his head “When I mean I wanted us to date I was talking about fake dating” “Fake dating?” “Hmmm, it's going to help you take your mind off Liam and forget him completely” I scrunch my face cause I've not heard of something like that before, but it's not like I know a lot about relationships either, so yeah

“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—”

I found his contact details after 3 long hours of search, bought a fake female profile, then reached out to him, saying I’m a fan who would love to meet him. It took the imp three days to get back to me, and we fixed a date to meet. Meanwhile, no one has seen Fancy Nancy. She called in saying she would be skipping work for a few days. I couldn’t reach out to her. It’s weird, I’m beginning to miss her a little more than I should. We’ve spent most of our years getting on each other’s nerves, so it would feel really awkward reaching out to her, claiming I’m just trying to make sure she didn’t kill herself.

And maybe, just maybe, fake wasn’t the same as harmless. *** Ethan told himself it wasn’t a big deal. It was just coffee. That’s what he kept repeating as he stared at Anna's message on his phone for the third time in an hour. "Hey stranger, I’m in the area! Want to grab coffee? No pressure." Anna. He hadn’t spoken to Anna in over a month—not since before the whole fake-dating Layla thing started. They’d met through a dating app, gone out a few times. She was nice. Funny. Pretty. She liked strong coffee and hated pineapple on pizza. In another life, maybe he'd have given her an actual shot. But this wasn't another life.

“It’s not real. He only said it to—” “Not real?” She cut me off, eyes wide. “He announced it in front of the entire party, which was meant for his older brother. Your first crush, June. First you’re sucking his dick and swearing it was photoshopped, now it’s fake dating? I might not be the best at school stuff, but I’m not stupid.” Before I could answer, the classroom door swung open again. Bianca Pierce walked in like she owned the place. The entire room went quiet as every head turned toward her.

"You claimed I was playing a prank on you, which was not even close to what I had in my mind. Moreover, what do you mean by 'not civil'? Since when is dating a 'non-civil' activity?" "Since you literally fake girlfriended me." "Fake girlfriended?" He chuckled. "Yes, it's the term I'm going to use to claim the activity of disturbing a girls relationship status." "Whatever you say, pretty girl." He chuckled and pulled me into an embrace. I didn't fight back, nor did I protest. I just let him hold me, because his embrace was the most comforting thing ever. I could just dwell in the future and ignore all my worries.

If I sent her messages on social media, she’d recognize me and not reply. But maybe if I was a stranger, Aimee might be more willing to open up. Inspired, I pulled myself out of bed in the early morning and created a new, entirely fake social media account. Fake pictures, fake posts – the works! By eight am, I had the new profile ready, and sent Aimee a private message. Hi, Aimee! I’m hoping you can help me. I’m new to the Academy and looking for a friend! If Aimee had even one person who believed in her, maybe it would be enough for her to return to school.