Faking It (Fake boyfriend Duet 1)

I have a huge smile on my face— a huge, goofy smile. And it has nothing to do with the fact that Zac and Lytton have broken up and everything to do with my maybe-date with Gun yesterday. We didn't go to a fancy restaurant —only Vicente's— but it felt like we did, anyway. I had a really good time with him and the steamy make out session in his jeep that followed afterwards wasn't bad either.

Not at all.

But back to Zac and Lytton —yes, they really called it quits. And everyone's been talking about it with different opinion. Some are mocking the fact that their relationship only lasted for a week. Others are wondering if I had anything to do with it.

Or if I'll be happy to take Zac back now that he's single again. Are we going to pick up where we left off and be the happy 'IT'couple again? The answer is both a big fat No, by the way. I haven't seen my douchebag of an ex though.

But as I make my way down the hall, I spot Lytton crying in front of her locker and the rest of their clique consoling her. It doesn't surprise me when they turn their heads in unison to shoot daggers when I walk past. Not one to cower in fear, I respond with a wave and a mocking smirk. Call me a bitch, but I'm not feeling sympathetic toward their friend at all. As far as I'm concerned, she's made her bed.

And as far as their breakup? I frankly couldn't care less. There are a couple of questions on my mind though. Am I really the reason why they broke up? And now that he's single again, will he try to get back together with me?

But then again, maybe its only been a misunderstanding. Although judging from the sounds of Lytton's sobs, it doesn't seem like a simple misunderstanding. It sounds..........final. But those internal questions are simply out of curiosity and not because of some deep-seated feelings for the guy.

Honestly, I'm more than preoccupied with my current status with Gun. What's going to happen to us, moving forward? We haven't really had the chance to talk yesterday —not about the status of our fake relationship. But is it still a fake relationship when we already went out on a date— okay still maybe-date— and have been kissing like a real couple?

Those kisses, ughh, they're all I can think about. I'm officially addicted to them and frankly I can't wait for the next time we'll get to be alone. My lips throb and my skin heats up just thinking about it. And the thought of us "breaking up" makes every nerve in my body scream their refusal.

But we have to, right? One way or another, we're going to end our charade. It can't last forever. I can probably give it another week.

What's going to happen then?

"Why do you look so glum?" Daphine prods while we're having lunch in the cafeteria. "Shouldn't you be celebrating? Your revenge worked." She mutters the last words in a hushed tone, after warily flicking her eyes around for eavesdroppers.

Shrugging, I grab a fry from my plate and pop it into my mouth. "We don't even know if they really brokup because of me. For all we know, it was for an entirely different reason."

She narrows her eyes at me. "You know for someone who's been adamant to see her plan through, you seem incredibly blasé about the whole thing."

"I'm happy, okay? It's just...... I told you, I'm not sure if—"

"Oh, come on." She interrupts me with a snort. "Didn't Zac confront you about Gun already? Seriously, how convenient that they broke up right after that happened?"

The truth is, I'm also positively certain that Zac broke up with Lytton because of me. Our confrontation in the empty classroom should be enough proof. I know I should be making a big deal out of it. I should be gloating and celebrating my victory. But I just can't bring myself to care.

I guess I'm to wrapped in the whole Gun thing to pay attention to anything else. I just hate that I can't tell Daph about it. She'll probably freak out if I did. Its her brother we're talking about, after all. So I'll have to keep it secret for now. At least until things are settled between me and Gun. It's probably not healthy —with the way I'm obsessing about it. I mean, I should be focusing on the completion of my revenge more than anything else. Besides, I just got out of a relationship. Is it smart to get into a new one so soon?

What if what I'm feeling for Gun is nothing but a rebound? To be honest, I don't think it is. But how can I really be sure?

Ughh. I'm giving myself a headache with all these crazy thoughts.

I slap my hand on the table, startling Daph. Hiding my frustration with a smile, I tell her. "You know what? Why don't we just wait and see if they're really broken up for real? If it isn't just some sort of misunderstanding and it sticks, we'll go bake a cake or something."

"And then we'll throw it on their faces?" Daph asks gleefully.

I stare at her, then blink, and stare more. "Who are you and what did you do to my best friend?"

First the egging thing, and now this,..... Is Daphine finally ditching her goody-two shoes persona?

"I was just kidding." She sticks out her tongue and sips her coke. "But it sure would be fun."

I just shake my head and laugh.

Oh it definitely would.

*****

"We seriously need to stop doing this." I pull at Gunther's hair as his lips trail kisses down the side of my neck, sending a delicious ripple of electric heat through me. I can never get enough of his kiss, of his touch, of the way he makes me feel..

"That's the third time you've said that." He murmurs into my ear before nipping at the earlobe, making me shudder. "Yet, you're still grinding my lap."

We're in the backseat of his jeep, just a block away from my house. He was supposed to drive me home, then the next thing I knew, he was parking his vehicle and we were making out like there was no tomorrow. I can't even remember how and when we moved seats.

Now, its been twenty minutes and the windows have completely fogged up, but we're not even close to stopping —no matter, how many times I told him we should. Damn Gun and he's wicked lips. Every time they go near me, I lose sense of everything. It's like the only thing that matters is kissing –lots and lots of kissing.

My lips can fall off right here, right now and I'll still find away to make out with him.

"It's you're fault. Your so damn good at this." I pant, before slamming my lips against his in a hard, all consuming kiss.

"Fuck." He groans while I move my hips just right, creating the most delicious friction that makes me moan out loud, his fingers digging into my jean-clad thighs. "Back at you babe. Your soo damn hot."

"Let's be hot together." I pant nonsensically, making his chest rumble with laughter.

I don't want this to stop.

But it's like the universe isn't listening to me at all. Just as I finished thinking it, a phone rings.

"Ignore that." Gun orders as he pulls down the neckline of my V-neck shirt, placing kisses on the swell of my breasts.

When he cups one of them under my shirt, my eyes screw shut and my back arch. "Its not my phone." I gasp.

So I'm happy to comply to his command. But the phone continues to be a buzzkill. Which annoyingly kills the mood.

Blowing out a breath, I grab his roaming hands and pull back a little. "I think it's your phone Gun."

"Huh?" Gun has to blink a couple of times to get the lust haze out of his face and focus on what I'm saying.

I can't help but giggle. I did that to him. "You're phone. Its the one that's been ringing."

His response is to groan out loud. I try to get off his lap, but his one hand stops me from moving as his other reaches for his bag from the front seat to take out his ringing phone. Sooo, I guess we'll go back to making out once the phone call is over? Obviously, I'm cool with that.

Frowning at his phone, he says, "It's Rodney." Cursing under his breath, he hits answer. "Dude, this better be good. I'm busy right now."he winks at me.

I roll my eyes— and not out of pleasure this time. The guy is soo cocky, ughh.

But I love it anyway.

Damn him, but I do. Everyday, my feelings for him seem to grow. And its freaking the shit out of me.

The rebound question has already been answered: and its a definite No. My feelings for him are one hundred percent true and authentic.

But I can't bring myself to tell him what I feel— what I really want out of this fake relationship. That I want nothing more than to make it real. I'm just afraid that we're not on the same page.

Sighing inwardly, I let my eyes trail over Gun as he speaks with his best friend, his hair completely mussed, his eyes still a little hooded, his lips red and swollen. He looks good enough to eat. Apparently, our long make out session is still isn't enough for me.

"Okay, we'll be there." He ends the call and tosses his phone into the empty space on the seat next to us. "There's a party tonight at Rodney's." He tells me as he rubs the sides of my thighs.

I lift my brow. "On a school night?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "Rod feels like partying. Its just probably going to be a small group. Just our team. And maybe some girls."

"Uh-uh." I fold my arms. "Let me guess, you're going to party with those girls?"

A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Jealous, Red."

I give him a smirk of my own. "You wish, Lawrence."

Chuckling softly, he leans up on his seat and plants a chaste kiss on my lips. "Who says I want to party with them? You're going with me, and you're the only one I'll be partying with."

"Really huh. And who says I'm coming?"

"Come on, we're just going to chill out. Daph can come too. So if gets too much, you can hang out with her." He pauses. "Besides Zac is going to be there. If you're still intent on making him jealous, we should show up together."

A hallow feeling settles in the pit of my stomach. Is that the only reason why he wants me to go to the party? So we can continue fooling Zac into thinking we're together? Not because he wants me to there with him?

"What's wrong, Red?" The gentleness and concern in Gunther's voice, make my heart flutter.

Which only confirms what I already know. I'm falling for him.

I force a smile. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

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