Fake Fangirl, Real Love Chapter 1

To piss off my rival, I started calling him "hubby" like one of his obsessive fangirls.

On the basketball court, I’d yell with everything I had: "You're so hot, hubby! You're the best!"

The result? He pinned me against a wall, kissing me hard before pulling back just enough to ask.

"So, tell me more. How amazing is your hubby?"

Wait, what? I thought he was homophobic?!

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That morning, the driver had just brought the car to a smooth stop when I saw Justin’s silhouette flash past the window. Just a kid in a school uniform, his back lean and proud as he bent slightly to lock up his bicycle.

I scrambled out of the car and chased him down, slapping him right on the ass.

He shot upright, the look in his eyes promising murder.

I danced a few steps back, a shit-eating grin on my face. "Damn, Justin, you've got a great ass! Feels good!" I taunted. "Why are you glaring at me like that? Want to feel mine in return?"

I even stuck my own ass out for emphasis.

Justin stared at me for two solid seconds, his face a stony mask. He said nothing, just finished locking his bike, walked around me, and disappeared through the school gates.

Perfect. He was pissed. That meant I was happy.

A beautiful day starts with getting under Justin’s skin.