CH. 3 — fake

' be my girlfriend '

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ꨄ third person POV ꨄ

RAFE CAMERON AND ALEXIS HUTCHINSON HAVE KNOWN EACH OTHER longer than they'd both like. Ever since middle school, their closely knitted families have shoved them in front of each other during meetings. Over time, they realised how opposite they were and decided to hate each other for it. Due to the constant arguing and petty comments, their parents pulled them apart and decided to allow the teenagers to have more freedom during dinners.

Alex has always watched Rafe around other girls, hoping that he didn't treat them how he treats her. But, he's just as aggressive and stuck-up as usual; thinking that the girls are just sex toys to be used by him and his buddies. Truthfully, she doesn't see what the other girls do. It's face is so punchable and his attitude makes you want to stop the conversation before it has even started; surely none of it is enjoyable.

Just like he said making that deal was the biggest mistake of her life, and she knew it but refuses to back out before it's even started. She'll test the waters of what torturous things he expects her to do, and if she really doesn't fancy doing them, then she can figures out a way not to.

The Kook watches as she clutches tightly onto the bottom of her dress while she hops up the stairs, two at a time and he almost admired how she didn't fall over in the heels. She rounds the corner, disappearing from his view and his gaze floats down to the drooling girl asleep on his arm, grimacing at the sight and pushing her to the other side so she's resting on a cabinet.

Alexis saunters down the upstairs hallway, eyes scanning for the only closed door. Ale has always made it a rule to never venture upstairs unless you're given permission, so the chances of someone other than him being up here are very slim.

She finally spots a closed door at the end of the corridor, childish letters scrawled across the woodwork reading:

Ale's Castle!
Keep out!!

Alexis snorts at the words, stopping for a moment in front of the door to recollect herself. She straightens up before trying the handle of the door, soon realising that it's unlocked. She barges through, using her shoulder to slam it against the inside door.

A loud squeal causes her head to snap to the large bed planted in the middle of the room, a pair of half naked bodies laid across it. Alex clenches her teeth, moving her hands to rest on her hips while staring at them both.

"Ale Compton," She snaps, causing his head to shoot towards her, his eyes widening, "You have some fucking explain to do."

"Get the fuck out, Alex!" He yells, throwing a pillow roughly across the room and she simply steps to the side, causing the cushion to smash into the wall and then onto the ground with a loud thud.

"Not while my best friend is down stairs drunk off her ass and crying because you keep fucking leading her on!" Her voice starts to rise and she steps closer to the messy bed, "Ale, you promised you'd stop. You remember when you did that, right? Because Cami fucking remembers!"

He purses his lips, glancing to the blonde touron beside him for a second before guilty sliding off the bed, standing over Alexis, glaring down at her, "Me and Cami aren't even fucking together," He snarls, "And I didn't promise shit!"

Alexis let's out a laugh in his face, causing his expression to falter slightly. Her jaw sets and she pushes him back roughly, sending him tumbling to the floor, "You just love to show off in front of random girls, don't you?" She scoffs, facing the terrified blonde, who has now thrown on her clothes again, "You don't wanna fuck him. Trust me. His dick is shrivelled and tiny, if you couldn't already tell from his dead personality," She moves her gaze back to the boy on the ground, his head thrown back in annoyance, "Treat Camilla with the same amount of respect she gives you."

She fells the urge to kick him one last time but decides against it. Sending a weak smile to the innocent touron before swirling around and leaving through the door, chuckling at the writing again. She stops dead in her tracks at the sight of Rafe leant against a wall, his hand scratching at his top lip to hide his laugh.

"Why are you here?" She snaps, "You're supposed to be with Cami."

"I came to tell you that she threw up on his precious house mat," He mumbles, moving beside Alexis while she ascends the stairs, "But then I heard you saying he has a shrivelled dick. It was very entertaining."

"Nice to know I put on a good show for you, Cameron," She snaps, rushing over to her hunched over best friend, "Now, you can fuck off. Thanks a lot for your useless help."

"You're very welcome, Hutchison," He smirks, starting to back up to return to the thriving party, "Remember our deal. I'll speak to you tomorrow."

She glares at him one last time before waving him away, her arms wrapping securely around Camilla's waist and helping her from the chair.

"Please don't throw up," She begs, rubbing the small of her back gently, "At least not before your home where your mum can clean it up."

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After hours of waiting by Camilla's beside for her to fall asleep because she refused to let her best friend go, Alexis eventually made it back to her own house last night. Slinking quietly through the door and straight up the stairs without waking up her dad.

A series of loud, obnoxious knocks cause the black haired girl to slowly sit up in bed, rubbing her eyes and letting out a yawn before she finally decides to stand up to let the person behind the front door in.  She stares at herself in the long mirror of the back of her door, causing her eyes to widen in shock.

She's still in her party dress from last night and mascara is smudged around her eyes due to the rubbing only a few minutes earlier.

"You're a fucking idiot, Alex," She grumbles but continues out of her bedroom and onto the landing, glancing over the banister and towards the door.

There's a tall outline of a person, probably male. His knocks have stopped but he stands their awkwardly, running a hand through his hair. Alexis grunts, trudging down the stairs and pulling the door open, her eyes meeting a colourful polo shirt.

He smirks, "Rough night, Hutchinson?"

She glares up at him, resting on the open door, "Why are you here, Cameron? It's. . ." She glances over her shoulder and trying to find a clock but she's unsuccessful, "It's early."

He tilts his head, lifting his wrist and inspecting the expensive watch wrapped around his wrist, "It's eleven."

"In the morning," She adds, "And, to me, that's early. So, why are you here?"

"You haven't forgotten about our deal, right, Hutchinson?" He questions, the smirk still plastered across his face.

She squeezes her eyes shut in realisation; the events of last night at Ale's flowing back into her tired mind. She turns her head slightly, wresting her forehead against the side of the door, "What about it?" She grumbles.

"I have an idea."

She moves her gaze back to him, "If you want me to pay for your drugs, then fuck no."

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head, "I don't want your fucking money, Hutchison," He scoffs, "You can't even afford your own drugs, let alone someone else's."

Alexis clenches her jaw, waving her hand fro him to continue; really not in the mood to argue back with him at such an early time.

"Be my girlfriend."

If she had water, she would've sprayed it all over the boy in front of her, but instead her mouth drops open and a grimace slowly works it's way onto her face at the idea, "What the fu—"

"Not like that, Hutchinson," Rafe cuts her short, noticing her disgusted expression, "I mean, be my fake girlfriend."

She furrows her eyebrows in confusion, repositioning herself slightly beside the door, "And why exactly would I do that?"

"Because we had a deal," He snaps.

"Alright, polo boy. Calm down," She chuckles, "Why do you want me, out of all people, to be your 'fake girlfriend'?"

"Because Aspen hates you," He replies, digging his hands into his short's pockets.

"Aspen?" Alex's face screws up, "What has she got to do with this?"

"I need her to back the fuck away from me so I can actually enjoy my life for once," He tells her.

Alexis nods slowly, trying to understand all the information, "Right. But usually you'd get in a relationship with someone else to make the girl jealous, not to make her hate you," She shrugs, "I don't get your logic here, Cameron."

"Of course you don't," He snaps roughly, "You're a fucking idiot."

"I'm pretty sure my S.A.T scores were miles higher than yours as seen as you were coked out during the test," She retorts.

"You're smarter than my high self," He purses his lips, "That's not a difficult thing to accomplish. But, we both know that you're so much thicker than me when it comes to real life."

She glares up at him, "Can we return to the fake girlfriend thing please?"

"Can I at least come in?" He grumbles, "We can't organise this on your dirty doorstep."

Alexis clenches her jaw before smiling sarcastically and stepping to the side, bringing the door with her and making space for the boy to walk through. He steps over the threshold while he passes his eyes flicking up and down her body, causing a smug smirk to work its way onto his face; the sight of her in last nights clothes cracking him up.

She notices his amusement and slams the door shut, causing his eyes to snap up to hers, "I'm going to get changed, you go into the kitchen and stay there."

"Where exactly is the kitchen, Hutchinson?" He snaps, glancing up and down the hall, "I'm not a fucking physic."

"Cameron, you exactly where the kitchen is," She spits, walking up the first few steps of the stairs, "Unless you blocked it out because of how hurt your ego got last time you were in there."

His eyebrows furrow, "What on earth are you talking about?"

She taps the underneath of her chin, reminding him of the scar on his, "I accidentally slammed your head onto the edge of the counter top because you were being a bitch, like usual," She laughs, "You cried for hours."

His nose flares and he shakes his head, "I did not cry for hours. You're always over fucking exaggerating, Hutchinson," He turns on his heel before trudging silently down the hall and towards the kitchen, leaving a triumphant smile on the girl's face.

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Alexis jogs down the stairs, her hand running against the wooden banister. After several indecisive minutes, she just decided to throw on a pair of shorts and a tank top; the most simple outfit ever.

She walks into the kitchen, noticing Rafe sat in a stool beside the island, his foot tapping against the bottom bar impatiently. He glares over at her, rolling his eyes at her outfit that makes her seem like she's a Pogue; nothing classy or rich about it.

"Okay," She sighs, slipping into the seat opposite him, "Say it all again."

His jaw sets and he shakes his head, "I'm not fucking repeating myself, Hutchinson. You heard me the first time."

"Look, if you want me to be your fake girlfriend, then you have to start treating me with at least some respect," She spits.

He squeezes his eyes shut, taking a deep breath, "Look, I don't wanna do this, okay? But, it's the only way to get her off my fucking back."

"Alright, alright," Alexis rolls her eyes, "I'll do it," She holds up a finger, "But, there has to be terms and conditions."

"Terms and conditions?" He scoffs, "What do you think this is, Hutchinson?"

She ignores him and begins to count on her fingers, "First, you can't make me do something I don't want to and vice versa. Secondly, we don't have sex or kiss at all. I know where those lips have been, and I don't want cooties."

"How do expect to make it look realistic if we never kiss?" He raises an eyebrow.

She lowers her head, sighing heavily, "Fine. Pecks only."

"And no sex?" He smirks, tilting his head.

Alexis glares over at him, "Yes, no fucking sex, Cameron," She smiles, "Just try not to fall in love with me."

"That won't be a fucking problem, Hutchinson." He snaps, sliding out of the stool and trudging down the hall without saying a single word.

She trails after him, stopping when he swings the front door open.

Rafe turns at the last second, glancing over his shoulder, "You got my number?"

"Yes," She grumbles, "Sadly."

"See you tomorrow then." He winks, slamming the door harshly shut behind him, leaving Alexis stood in silence.

Fuck.

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the fake dating trope >

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