FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE 18+

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.

Everyone says heartbreak feels like drowning.

They were wrong.

Mine felt like fire.

Fire in my lungs, my chest, the back of my throat.

Consuming, burning, hot.

Matt, my best friend boy I've loved since forever, the boy I made cardboard cut-outs of, replaying the moment he'd ask me to be his finally, stands there, laughing with the girl who's made my life hell for two years that I have attended this school.

He didn't just break my heart - he handed it to her on a platter of fucking gold.

And now, they're kissing in the hallway like no one else exists - like I don't exist to him.

I wasn't supposed to see it- I don't think anyone was supposed to. The hallway was quiet, too quiet, empty, but I turned the corner, and there he was.

Laughing with her, his hands around her waist as he places his lips on her cheek.

And my world-whatever little of it that was left-crashes, crumbles, under the weight of his betrayal.

He chose her.

The girl who sneers at my secondhand shoes.

The one who calls me a “charity case” loud enough for everyone to hear.

The one who reminds me every day that my father works for her boyfriend’s father… and that my mother is nothing more than a ghost in my records.

Except she isn’t dead.

She’s just… lost.

And now I am too.

Ravenscroft High wasn’t made for girls like me.

Not with my curves, my thrifted uniforms, my full scholarship status.

Not when the halls are littered with descendants of legacy billionaires and royalty-level egos.

This was a blessing in disguise, a gift from Mr Ravenscroft to my father for his outstanding service at work as his secretary, and the one boy that knew that from my lips, not from some tabloid publication not from the whispers and sneers of the elite students in this ancient school, stands with the one girl that tormented me for it.

Kissing her, holding her, touching her.

I clutched my books tighter against my chest, backing away before they noticed me.

But I should’ve known better.

This is Ravenscroft.

Someone always notices.

I turn to my right, ready to run out of the hall before I scream, to find a small space to cry, vent, and weep at this betrayal. And that is when I saw him.

Lucien Knox Ravenscroft.

This school's god, king, prized possession, hockey and lacrosse champion, the son of Eldric Ravenscroft, and the very bane of my existence. The one person who would inherit the trillions of dollars from his aristocrat family was staring at me.

His blue eyes on me permeate something into the air, their icy nature suddenly rendering the room cold as chills run up my spine.

His tattoos peek from the collar of his shirt, the drawing of a skull on his neck was clear as day.

He's my bully, the son of my father's employer, and my