Being My Archenemy's Fake Girlfriend

Amy's POV

"I'm sorr..." the remaining words stuck in my throat as an enraged voice filled my ears, coupled with eyes full of contempt directed straight at me.

"Watch it, Clumsy."

"I'm sorry. I was in a hurry. I didn't..."

"I don't care." Once again the guy standing in front of me cut me off in a harsh tone, his thick well-carved brows furrowing as his eyes sized me up.

"Watch where you're going next time," the guy rasped before sauntering away, not before leering at me like I had stolen something from him.

I took a deep breath trying to keep myself calm before I bent to the ground and started to pick up the contents of the box I had been holding, which were now scattered all over the place after I bumped into the rude guy.

My brother and I had just moved into our new house and were packing our belongings from the car. My brother had taken some of our stuff earlier and I was trailing behind him with the last box. As I walked hurriedly towards the house, I bumped into the guy.

It wasn't entirely my fault the way he put it made it sound like it was, but all of his attention had been on his phone. If he'd been looking where he was going, the whole thing could have been avoided.

"I'm sorry about that," a girl with blonde hair squatted in front of me and began to help me pick up some of the items from the floor.

"Hi, I'm Lia," she introduced herself with a smile when she stood up after we finished gathering everything.

She looked about my age.

"We're neighbours and I saw you and that guy moving in, so I thought I'd come say hi. Also, I saw how my cousin Leo acted with you, I'm sorry about that. He's not usually like that," she mumbled, giving me an apologetic look.

I had no interest in listening to her talk or apologise on her cousin's behalf, but I couldn't tell her that. She seemed nice, unlike him.

"I've been the one doing all the talking and you've barely said a word," she let out a small chortle.

"Thank you." I forced a smile as I stood to my feet.

I made to walk away but her words made me stop and turn back. "You didn't tell me your name?"

"Amy. Amy Grayson," I muttered, and with that I dashed away before she could say another word.

I sighed in relief when I walked into the living room and didn't find Mark there. I didn't want him scolding me for wasting so much time outside just to get the box. I placed it on the table in front of me before taking out a picture frame.

A tear rolled down my cheek as I stared at the photo.

"I love you, Mom and Dad," I whispered, gazing at the wide smiles on their faces.

"What the fuck