"Class dismissed" Mr Martelle spoke over the loud chatter of voices already half way out if the door.

Stuffing my things into my bag, Sara had strangely asked if I wanted her to save me a seat in Art. I've been doing fine so far, why exactly do I need her help all of a sudden.

Is this what the power of a relationship has? Maybe I should have told everyone I was dating Luca years ago, I could be more popular than Kimberley right now.

Who am I kidding, I could never be as popular as Kimberley.

So as the nice person I am, I told her she could if she wanted, and continued to put my notes back in my folder as she and Natalia walked away.

"We need to talk." Stopping midway putting my folder into my bag, I took a breath and shoved it in before zipping it back up.

"About what?" I tried to ask nonchalantly.

Throwing my bag over my shoulder, I tried to walk past him in hurry - but his steps fell in sync with mine quicker than I had expected.

"Cut the bullshit, Snow." Walking in the direction of the canteen, I thought it was a place that there would be too many witnesses for him to stab me in the neck.

"What do you want me to say, Luca?" I sighed. "Because I honestly don't know what to say without it making you hate me even more."

Grabbing hold of my wrist, he narrowed his eyes at me and shook his head.

"Don't do that, don't turn this around so it makes me look like the bad guy." His voice had risen slightly, resulting in bystanders turning towards us and gawking like vultures.

Turning to look over both of his shoulders, he groaned under his breath before dragging me to an empty classroom.

Pushing my inside, he slammed the door shut, and wouldn't look me in the eye.

"I'm not trying to make you look like the bad guy, Luca." Shrugging off my backpack, I walked over to one of the desks and took a seat on top. "I just dont know what to say" I shrugged.

Finally raising his head, he had an unfamiliar expression on his face at first - but he then started to look puzzled.

"Do you have a crush on me, is that it?" Widening my eyes at the scoff that escaped my lips, I slapped one hand infront of my mouth as he began to look angry.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. And no, I don't like you like that, Luca." Sticking his hands in his hair, he slightly tugged at the ends in frustration.

"Then why tell people I'm your boyfriend?" Stepping towards me, I took the scrunchy around my wrist and put my hair up in a bun.

"Because I just thought-" Sighing, I hung my head in the palms of my hand and tried to form a sentence that didn't sound crazy." I thought If I told them that you were my boyfriend that looked like you, then people like Kimberley would just shut the hell up." I muttered in my hands.

Feeling the table slightly shift next to me, I could tell he was now sitting on the other side.

"She torments me for no apparent reason, I just wanted to wipe that tacky smile of hers off of her face." Raising my head, I looked beside me and felt my heart warm at the caring look on his face.

"And then there's this guy." It was as if I could see his ears perk up. And- I just thought, I don't know." I gave up trying to explain about Noah because I felt like that was a hopeless cause from the minute he locked lips with Kimberley.

"Luca, i just wanted 1 moment. That's all." Feeling the stress of it all on my chest, I could feel my eyes begin to water. I may act like everything is fine, but when people are constantly either calling you names, dumping things on you, knocking your books out of your hand, or even pushing you into lockers for the fun of it - it kinda takes it toll.

"Hey, come on don't cry" Wiping under my eyes with his thumbs, I buried my head into his chest and stifled my cries as he rubbed at my back.

"Why have a measly moment when you can have it all?" He chuckled slyly.

Sniffling, I raised my head from his chest and looked at him confused.

"What?"

Pinching at the bridge of his nose slightly before intwining his hands, he looked at me as if he was contemplating things.

"Though you have pissed me off by now labelling me as taken, I'm gonna help you." Rolling my eyes , I didn't know whether this was a bad joke or I was dreaming.

"Help me how? Luca, I should just tell people the truth - it's not fair on you"

Skipping off of the desk, he stood in front of me and gently took hold of my head with his palms planted on each side.

"You're right."

Wait what?

"You should tell the truth. I mean imagine the amount of ass I'm going to be missing out on, the amount of drunken sex you're depriving me of. The amount of A1 blowjobs that are now non existent, the amount of-"

"Yeah okay I get it." I snapped.

Laughing under his breath, he squished my cheeks together before letting them go.

"What I'm saying is that you should. But are you going to? No." Quirking an eyebrow at him, I was completely and utterly lost on where this was actually going.

"You know I like a challenge, Snow. So how about I make you a better Kimberley than Kimberley could ever be. I mean, I've fucked my fair share of Kimberley's to know how the whole popular shit works." Okay now I know I'm dreaming.

Pinching my self, I gasped as I didn't wake up. He's being serious?

"Why would you do that?" I asked curious on why he wouldn't just tell everyone it was a lie and add another Kimberley to his bed post notch.

"Because let's face it, I'm going to be on the what you call 'popular' table all my time that I send at this school, and it doesn't take a brain surgeon to figure out you won't."

Jheeshhh.

"It's normally easier to have your bestfriend in the same proximity as you if you go to the same school, snow?" I think he had just noticed he was still cupping my face so quickly shoved his hands into his back pockets.

"Look, if i can make you popular and get the guy you want, you can make Kimberley eat her words, am I right? Isn't that what you want?" Slowly nodding my head, a small smile had raised to my lips and chuckled lightly.

"Deal"