A/N: OMFG DO YOU SEE THE BANNER ON THE SIDE? ISN'T IT BEAUTIFUL? IT WAS MADE FOR ME BY shyswagg! THE OTHER ONE SHE MADE WILL BE THE COVER IF SHE ALLOWS IT :)
I hope you like the chapter! I worked hard on it, and I hope you approve of what happens ;)


Chapter 16: "That's called poorly-veiled sexual attraction."

Going back to school was weird after the wedding was over. That was basically my life for three months, what with all that planning and stuff to do. Now, all my Student Body President duties seemed subpar in comparison.

Not to mention I didn't have an excuse to be around Luke anymore. I mean, he had his friends and I had mine, there was really no reason for our paths to cross, and as much as I hate to admit it...

I sort of missed him.

There. I said it. Molly would be so proud of me. I really missed the weirdo.

And so I was kind of depressed as I patrolled the halls during study hall, trying to scope out any people ditching lessons. Yuki, my VP, had told me that people had been skiving off a lot recently, probably after noticing that their President wasn't in the game as much as she should have been.

But they weren't in luck any more, because without the distraction of the wedding plans, I could reassume my roles that Yuki had been taking care of for the time being.

At the sound of hysterical crying, I stopped in my tracks and my ears perked up, leading me to a little crevice that was hidden behind a set of stairs. I paused behind the staircase and scrunched my eyes as the hysterical crying got louder. "But I love you, Lucas!" a strangled cry exclaimed.

My eyes widened in shock. Lucas? What was Luke doing out of class? 

"Sorry, Rhea, but I don't like you, and you know that. I've told you four times." His voice was cool and firm, which startled me even further. I was so used to hearing him full of warmth and mirth that I'd forgotten how he was around girls who confessed to him.

Speaking of which, couldn't he have been a bit gentler? I mean, seriously, girls aren't just play things that can bounce back from heartbreak - I knew that more than anybody. It didn't matter that I had some feelings for Luke, that didn't mean I would stop looking out for the girls of this school.

"Don't you feel anything for me, even a little?" the girl - Rhea - pleaded tearfully.

"I really don't. I'm sorry, Rhea, but I can't date you." He sounded so emotionless that I couldn't stand there anymore.

So I straightened my shoulders and strode towards them right as Rhea said, "Give me one good reason why we can't go out!"

Their eyes snapped to me and I glared at them. Luke suddenly got this mischievous look on his face and despite how cross I felt, I began to feel slightly unnerved. "I'm sorry, Pres," Rhea choked, looking pitiful with tears down her red face. I immediately paused, softening my stance. "I just need Lucas to answer me."

As a way of answering, Luke's arm shot out and grabbed me by the wrist. "The hell are you doing?" I hissed.

He ignored me and stared evenly at poor Rhea. "You wanted a reason, Rhea? Well, I can't date you because Jordan and I are already going out." Yeah!

Wait.

What?

Rhea looked between Luke's impassive face and my shocked one, the tears slowly drying into suspicion. "But Pres hates you," she replied bluntly.

I was still to shocked to speak, unwilling to believe that Luke would dare to say such a horrendous set of lies. "That's called poorly-veiled sexual attraction," Luke chuckled. "And we only acted upon it this weekend."

With that outrageous statement, I snapped out of my daze and turned my furious gaze to Luke, wishing I had laser vision that could incapacitate him on the spot. He returned my look pleadingly, widening his eyes in a way of begging me to go along with it.

I would regret this, wouldn't I? I sighed in submission and faced Rhea, who was beginning to assume a defeated expression that tore at my insides. I forced a tiny smile. "It's true, Rhea. I'm so sorry."

Her lip trembled slightly, but she threw me a watery smile. "It's alright, Danny. I'm just glad it's you and not somebody else."

I opened my mouth to reply, but she'd already turned around and ran away from us as fast as possible. It was as if time froze as I slowly spun on my heel and glared daggers at the grip Luke held on my wrist to keep me incarcerated. I slowly moved my eyes to his face, it fully hitting me what had just taken place. "Luke..." I began softly, my voice full of the hidden promise of violence.

"Yes?" he returned nervously, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

The cap on my temper shot off and I practically exploded. "I should kill you right now!" I ranted loudly, waving my hands up in the air angrily. "I should shove you into a ditch, run over you, back up and run over you again, gag you, bag you, and dump you into a bloody river!"

"Jordan, beautiful," he soothed, pushing my trembling body against the wall in an attempt to calm me down, but I wasn't done.

"You complete and utter incorrigible twat! How the fuck could you lie so blatantly? Are you stupid? How will anybody believe that I would willingly go out with you? Goddammit, Luke! Don't fucking call me beautiful!"

I thrashed against his grip, but he held me tightly between his body and the wall, pressing his chest against mine. "Beautiful," he breathed, leaning his forehead against mine. I stopped shouting, my breathing harsh and ragged with irritation. "Please do me this favour."

"Favour?" I spluttered. "That's not a bloody favour, Luke! That's a...that's a-"

"A really big favour that'll make me owe you forever and ever?" he suggested, boring his hazel eyes into my own. "Please, I can't take all these confessions; they're driving me crazy! All those girls love you - if you're dating me, they won't go after me anymore!"

I listened to him silently, my eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Could I really go through with 'dating' Luke when I could barely be around him without blushing? "Fine," I finally cut him off, getting tired of his blathering. "Fine, Luke. I'll be your fake girlfriend. But you seriously owe me so much."

Luke's face split into such a large and happy beam that I was momentarily blinded, dazzled by the sincerity oozing out of him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he cried, planting a big, sloppy wet kiss on my forehead.

With a grunt, I shoved him away and rubbed furiously at the wet patch on my forehead. I eyed him again, taking in his dishevelled appearance and untied tie. "I am going to regret this," I murmured to myself.

He placed a soothing hand on my angst-ridden shoulder and shook me lightly. "You won't, I promise, beautiful. I'll be the best fake boyfriend you'll ever have."

I pointed an accusing finger at him. "You better be the only one!" He guffawed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I sighed heavily, massaging my forehead with the tips of my fingers. Why did I have to give in so easily? I was losing my touch. "Why aren't you in class?" I suddenly snapped, pulling him from his fit of manic laughter. "And why isn't your tie tied?" Luke looked at me with wide eyes. I stared back evenly, but bit by bit I felt myself crumble as he bit his lip and cocked his head like a little kid. God, why did he have to be so attractive? "Fine!" I shouted. "I'll tie it for you! Come here, asshole."

With a grin bigger than Jupiter, he approached me happily. "You're the best, beautiful."

My heart leapt.

Why did I let him do that to me?

***

The news that Luke and I were dating  spread faster than the plague. I wasn't exactly sure whom Rhea had told for everyone to know about it so quickly, but suddenly, it was like it had been the headline news on CNN.

Soon, Luke was being slapped on the back, and girls were twittering around me excitedly, asking me how I felt and if I loved him and whether we'd kissed yet. I swear to god, I almost snapped three necks.

The boys were so horrible. They wolf-whistled as I walked down the hall, cat-called during class, and talked loudly about how when Luke tamed me, the school would be a happier place. Okay, firstly, I was not that bad of a president. And secondly, why the fuck would they say when and not if? My god, if Luke ever came toward me with a chair and a whip, I would punch him in the throat. Granted, I was close to punching him in the throat anyway, but still.

"Luke, I never thought you'd have it in you," I heard one of Luke's best friends, Xavier, congratulate him as I passed by for lunch. "I thought Pres hated your guts."

Joey and Will, his other best friends, guffawed loudly. "Are you stupid, X-man? Even I noticed their chemistry!" Joey exclaimed with a snort.

"Don't flipping call me, X-man, faggot!"

"Please, let's not use those words in school," I said coolly. They finally noticed I was there and jumped violently. I put my hands on my hips. "I don't give a shit if you say idiot or imbecile or moron or whatever, but please let's not say that word." I hated that word. I didn't mind most other swear words, which was probably hypocritical of me, but I really didn't like the way that word offended people.

"Which word?" Will asked darkly, crossing his arms argumentatively. "Faggot?"

I raised my eyebrows at his blatant disregard for my authority. "Right," I said sardonically. "I'm glad you're aware of what I was referring to."

"Of course I knew that you meant faggot."

I sighed internally. What a twat. "Yes, now do yourself a favour, yeah? Stop saying that word before I give you a detention slip."

"Ooh," he mocked me. "Don't you know how hard it is for teenage boys to stop saying faggot?"

"Holy hell," I mumbled to myself, rummaging in my bag for a detention slip and a pen. I glanced at Luke as I wrote and he returned my gaze, a twinkle in his eyes. Shouldn't he have been defending me, his fake girlfriend? "Here," I stated emotionlessly handing Will the piece of paper. He stared at it like it was Satan and then glared fiercely at me. "I warned you," I added with a small shrug.

"What the fuck!" he cried. "You can't be giving me detention for saying one word! Luke, talk to your girlfriend!" He shot daggers at his best friends, who simply smirked.

Luke shrugged remorselessly and grinned at me. "You were kinda being a dick, Will."

Will threw his hands in the air in defeat. "What happened to bros before hoes?" he demanded angrily, waving his detention slip around like a lunatic. I watched in amusement as he got crosser and crosser.

Luke clucked his tongue and shoved Will. "My girlfriend is not a hoe, Willy."

I felt a warm sensation in my chest at his words, which only heated when he tossed me a flirty wink. "Don't call me Willy!" Will snarled. "You know that means dick!"

"And you're being one," Joey muttered. "So stop embarrassing yourself in front of Luke's girlfriend."

"Sorry, mate," I said without any sympathy when Will scowled at me.

He softened and sighed. "Whatever," he muttered, waving me aside as if I didn't mean anything.

I turned to Luke's other friends who were eyeing me curiously. "Luke, you never said how you managed to reel her in," Xavier commented slyly, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Luke didn't reel me in, I reeled him in," I corrected, tapping my foot impatiently. I was hungry, and I was waiting for Luke to notice I wanted to leave so that his friends wouldn't think it was weird that his girlfriend would just walk by without a greeting.

Joey let out a low whistle. "Obviously, I mean, he was already whipped before."

Luke reached out and smacked the back of his head. "Shut the fuck up," he commanded. I bit back at smile at his embarrassment. "Beautiful, do you want to eat lunch with me and these cock-ups?"

I had to bite down on my tongue to keep from telling him not to call me that. "I don't know," I began.

"Oh, c'mon!" Xavier whined. "This is your first day as an official couple." Correction, our first day as an officially fake couple.

I looked between Xavier's desperation, Luke's amusement, Joey's curiosity, and Will's sullenness. "Only if Randy and Leo can join us," I amended.

Luke grinned widely, looking genuinely happy that I accepted. "Of course they can," he agreed. I was surprised at how easily he acted through this whole fake relationship thing, and how easy it was for him to wrap his arm around me and kiss my cheek like we were the perfect couple.

"Aw," Xavier cooed teasingly. "I ship it!"

I had to bite back my laugh, but Luke didn't hesitate. He guffawed so obnoxiously that I had to pinch him in the arm to get him to stop. "Shit," he cursed, rubbing the spot as we made our way to the cafeteria. "Now you have to kiss it better, beautiful."

"Shut the fuck up, Luke," I replied immediately. I wasn't going to kiss his stupid shoulder, no matter how much he pouted at me. Stupid ass.

"Whoa, Luke, looks like the Pres is going to put you in your place," Joey joked, shoving Luke with his shoulder which only resulted in me almost crashing to the ground because of the weight of two teenage boys falling on top of me. Luke grabbed me at the last minute though, and in the process, he pressed me closer to his side. But that wasn't what was bothering me.

"You know," I began awkwardly. "You lot don't need to call me Pres all the time...I mean, I do have a name."

"Oh really?" Will piped up from behind me. "My apologies, I thought your real name was Pres."

"Don't be such a smartass," I answered, rolling my eyes. I wasn't sure what their deal, or literally everyone at this school's deal, was. It wasn't like I was some dictator. The headmaster held more authority over me. I was still a student, I didn't need any sort of title.

"What shall we call you then?" Xavier asked. I smiled slightly at him and his spiky hair. He was the one who was most like Luke - childish and energetic, except Luke had a more mature air around him from constantly looking after his siblings.

I raised my eyebrows at his innocent expression. "Do you even know my name?" I asked heavily. Luke's arm tightened around me and I glanced at him to see him smiling sweetly at me. I bit my lip and looked away before I would start blushing like a tomato again.

"It's Jordan, isn't it?" Xavier asked.

Joey scoffed. "It's hard not to know your name when Luke constantly jabbers on about you. Thank god you're dating - now we won't have to listen to him gushing like a fangirl."

"Oh really?" I questioned in amusement. I raised my eyebrows at Luke when he groaned in embarrassment. Did that mean...he talked about me with his friends? What had he told them?

"Really," Joey confirmed, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes in a 'woe-is-me,' way. "He even-"

Luke slapped a hand to Joey's mouth and chuckled, his cheeks dusted a light pink colour. "Don't listen to the asshole, Jordy. His intestines can't decide where to pour out his poop since he talks so much shit."

My face scrunched up in disgust at his magnificent eloquence while Joey protested from under Luke's hand. "You're too vulgar," I murmured, shaking my head at their antics.

I looked at the four boys around me and frowned slightly. Being Luke's fake girlfriend, did that mean I'd have to hang around them? Was he going to tell them that it was all fake? They were his best friends, right?

"JORDAN SCARLETT WOLFE!"

We all flinched.

Speaking of best friends...I had a problem.

Randy.

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Yeah, I know, Will's a dick. That's just part of his personality. You'll warm up to him, probably. Maybe. Idk