Fake Fangirl, Real Love Chapter 2

I didn't always want to be this way with Justin, but the guy just didn't know what was good for him.

He transferred to our school near the end of junior year. A transfer student at that time of year, combined with his striking looks, caused a massive stir among the girls in our grade.

I didn't pay him much attention at first. He was just another face in the classroom.

Until one day, my driver was taking me to school when it started pouring rain. The car broke down halfway there. I tried calling for an Uber, but no one was accepting rides. Just then, Justin pulled up beside me on his beat-up old bicycle.

"Hey, you're going to be late," he said. "I can give you a ride."

It was the first time in my seventeen years of life that I'd ever ridden on the back of a bicycle.

That hard metal rack was pure agony on my ass.

When we got to school, I dropped a hundred-dollar bill on his desk as a thank you.

He frowned and pushed it back to me. "Hey, you dropped this."

He's playing it cool, I thought. Is a hundred not enough?

With a rare burst of patience, I explained it was for the ride he gave me that morning.

Only then did a flicker of recognition cross his face.

It turned out he had no idea who I was.

Me. Charles Hale. I practically ran this school, and this guy didn't even recognize me.

Whatever. He was clueless, but I wasn't the type to hold a grudge over something so small. If he wouldn't take money, I'd buy him food, drinks, whatever. In my family, we don't just accept favors without paying them back.

But the bastard refused everything.

Hah. What a poser.

After watching him for a week or two, I realized the guy was a complete island. He had no friends, did nothing but attend class, read, and do practice problems. He was a total loner.

Since he wouldn't take gifts, I figured I'd try to be his friend. I invited him to play basketball, to grab food after school.

He turned me down again.

No one had ever turned me down so consistently.

He was just asking for it.

My crew, ever the opportunists, saw their chance. "Charles, you want us to teach him a lesson for you?"

I was in the middle of a game and already pissed off, so I barely listened and just nodded.

A few days later, I heard Justin had been beaten up.

I was catching up on sleep at my desk when a stack of papers slammed down on it. I blinked my eyes open, confused. Justin stood over me, his face glacial. "You can have me beaten to death, but I will never do your homework for you."

I was completely lost. "When did I beat you up? And when did I ask you to do my homework?"

He let out a cold, angry laugh. "Man enough to do it, but not to admit it."

That set me off. "You better have some proof before you start throwing accusations around, you asshole!"

Justin’s gaze swept over me and my crew standing nearby, dripping with contempt.

Whatever he was thinking, he just clenched his fists and walked away, seething.

When I finally figured out what had happened, I chewed my guys out. I might be an arrogant prick, but I don't bully people.

I apologized to Justin later. He ignored me. At that point, I gave up on the whole "friendship" idea.

I never imagined that one day, he'd be the one to report me.