" Shut up, SHUT UP! You and Troye agreed to what?!" Sam screams through the phone.
Yes, I told Sam about the whole fake dating plan. How can I not? I don't care, what Troye says, she's my bestie.
I cringe, "Jesus, woman! I have ears, you know!"
"I know but.. but.. you know how risky this is?! Girls that are in love with Troye will tackle you!" I take a deep breath.
"True, but I just want Jason back. Its a win, win for everyone!"
"I'm your best friend, Kim. But, this idea is honestly too extreme-"
"Sam, trust me, it's going to work out fine."
Sam sighs, "Exactly. I'm your best friend. I support you through everything."
I smile, "What's the worst that's going to happen? I end up falling for Troye? "
Sam laughs, "Well, it's not possible. He's irresistible, be careful."
He's irresistible, be careful.
That thought plants in my head.
I mean, c'mon! Troye next to me looks like a fresh tomato next to a crusty potato. He's so close to being perfect, but that personality is just..crap.
"Kim, you still there?" I wake back to reality.
"Huh? Oh, um, yea. It's never going to happen, Sam. Troye would never fall for a girl like me, either way."
It's true. He's the complete opposite of me. But, this doesn't apply to "opposites attract." It's something way different.
"You said it, not me! Anyway, I got to go. My mom is making me go to salsa class with her.", Sam grunts, "Because she wants to impress her new boyfriend.. Ugh, the cringe game is real, girl."
I giggle, "Have fun, senora!"
"Don't ever say that again." She says. I start laughing.
"I don't promise that! Bye!"
I hang up, and lay in my bed, feeling tired as fuck. I've been studying all day for exams for the end of the year. My record has to be flawless. All my life, I have been dreaming about having a successful career. A perfect life. Being a writer, having a loving husband, with two kids ( one boy, one girl)... Ah, the future is bright.
I close my eyes, falling deep in thought.
You know what? I think I'm going to have a good sleep , despite the fact-
A beep from my phone plays through my ears. I check what happened.
FUCKBOY TROYE : Remember, don't tell anybody bout the plan, and we get five rules each, okay? Then we'll put them together.
I rolls my eyes at the screen.
ME: Whatever. I'm going to sleep, annoying ass!
FUCKBOY TROYE: Shut up, I'm just reminding you, because your dumbass might not cooperate!
Ugh, I hate him. Rememeber, when I said, I was going to have a good sleep?
Yea, I guess the fuck not.
ME: Fine, have a bad night! >:o
FUCKBOY TROYE: Go fuck yourself :*
Really, kissy face emoji? Is he that petty?
ME: :(
FUCKBOY TROYE: 8:::::::::::D---
I furrow my eyebrows at his immature brain. His contact name is perfect for him, Jesus Christ.
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❌ The Ex Factor ❌(CONTINUED)
Teen Fiction* * * * * He runs his fingers through his hair, and comes closer to me. My heart starts pounding out of my chest. What the hell is he doing? He's literally right in front of me, giving me his famous devilish smirk. He holds my chin and looks stra...
