“baby, fineness is the way to kill.
tell me how it feels,
bet it's such a bitter pill”

sorry not sorry
demi lovato

Kat's eyes open wide.

"You're kidding me!" She exclaims.

I give her a really serious stare, and slowly shake my head.

"Dude, what?! I-
HAHAHAHAHAHAH"
She's cut off by her own gaffaws of laughter.

It was now becoming extremely hard to contain myself, and the next second, we are both laughing, maniacally. Kat looks like a madwoman with her banshee screams of laughter, her hair practically flying everywhere, as her head bobbles in directions I didn't even know the existence of, and her gums, a little too. . .visible.

"Y'all know this is the school cafeteria, right?"
An amused voice interrupts our very weird laughing session.

We both stop, and whip our heads to see the source of the sound, the one and only, Jay. My best friend, and the so-called "bad boy". He isn't even close, if you ask me. Because, well, let's just say, the situations I have seen him in, and the type of behavior of his that I have experienced, screams things very opposite to "bad boy".

I roll my eyes at him and give him a deadpan look,
“Geez, Jay. We know that.”

"Uhm, you didn't have to answer that, it was a rhetorical question." He replies, with a rather, smug look.

"Oh My Lord! Never, had I ever  thought I'd live to see this day. Where did you learn such big words from Jacob?!" Kat overdramatically gasps & puts her hand on her heart for more overdramatic emphasis. And yes, for some absurd —out of the universe— reason, she calls him 'Jacob'. "'Cause the last time I checked, you didn't have a brain." She continues, as she smiles at him, sadistically.

Jay smirks at her, devilishly.
"Oh, my Kitty Kat. The last time you 'checked', we were in freshmen year. I'm pretty sure things changed since then."

Kat scrunches her face up in disgust as memories of freshmen year flood back to her mind. And it somehow makes some weird churning in my stomach, as I get, rather, angry –not knowing why.

Freshmen year. Our first proper party. Spin the bottle. And Kat & Jay kissed.

"One," Kat motions with her fingers "I'm not yours. Two," She motions again "it's Katherine for you."

"Hey, that rhymed!" I mumble, as I take in what she said.

"Nerd!" Kat and Jay both say at once.

I scoff. "You're the one to say."

She just shrugs and pushes her glasses up her nose for emphasis on what I just said.

Doesn't she emphasize stuff, a little too much.

"And sweetheart, you'll always be mine. My Kitty Kat." Jay smirks.

Kat rolls her eyes, but I don't miss the tint on her cheeks. She's blushing.

I suddenly feel all weird and angry again. Ok, my stomach is definitely upset.

Jay walks over to the 'jocks' and populars' table. And it seriously exists. Not that the table is labeled so; but it's like an unsaid rule, that only a certain group sits there. I mean, what is this bullcrap? A high school movie or one of those cringey wattpad novels?

Because, let's not let labels define us, shall we?

The big wooden doors of the cafeteria burst open, to reveal, Casey and her posse.

Hey! That rhymed too!

I've got to stop this.

Casey Andrews, your typical. . .et's just say, your typical, player. The it-girl, social media influencer, queen B, Miss daddy-buys-me-everything-&-he-owns-the-school. Hot.

But to me, fake.

I don't even know what in my life is real at this point, anyways.

My thoughts are cut off, when the shrill sound of heels clicking on the old tiled floor comes closer and fingers are snapped right in front of my face.

I look up to see a pair of big, brown eyes, looking right into mine.

"You." She exclaims.

"Uh. . .me?" I ask confused, pointing to myself. The last time we had an interaction, was in eighth grade. And, boy, was it bad. Real bad. We were forced to be partners in a big, big project in science which included 40% of our grade and I had to do all the work.
Her bad behavior didn't help either. She was rather, obnoxious and rude for an eighth grader. Although, her face always had a blank expression.
I kinda knew she incapable of showing any human emotions except of anger & sass, anyways.

"Yes, You. I need to talk to you."

And with that, she walks out. The sound of heels clicking getting distant by the second.

While I'm here, trying to process, what just happened and why the hell that happened, the whole cafeteria's staring at me.

Yay!

Okay..? Now what? What am I supposed to do?

As if reading my thoughts, Kat answers,
"Geez, dude! Go, follow her."
and nudges me.

"Oh, Okay"
I mumble.

• • •

Ah! Finally found her.

I don't understand how can someone walk so fast in heels, which are literally the size of the Eiffel Tower.

So yeah. I kinda. . . lost her while following her.

There she is, in all her glory.
Taking a selfie, probably for her ginornous fan following, looking extremely beautiful –might I add– as the sunlight reflects on her and specks of amber gleam in her eyes.

Yes, I used to have a crush on her; back in middle school.

Keyword being, used to, 'cause that changed after the eighth grade project and she became more and more. . . self-centered over the years.

"It's bad to stare you know"
She, once again, cuts my thoughts off, while tsk-ing.

I just look at her, peculiarly, and don't reply.

"Come, have a seat."
She motions to the bench on which she's sitting, as she pats the space next to her.

I hesitantly sit down.

"So, I need a favour from you, Chester Jones."

Well, talk about unexpected.

"Favour? What do you want me to tutor you or something?"

I ask, confused. 'Cause usually when people want 'favours' from me it's because they need me to teach them, or help them with their homework, or give them some training. But Casey, is the head in Mathletes and she takes all AP classes, maybe she needs tutoring in french, she almost failed that class last year.

She chuckles.
"Honey, no."

"Then, what?" Ok, I'm really confused right now. What is this? A prank?

She looks around before speaking.

"I need you to be my fake boyfriend, Chester Jones, and go to the Winter Formal with me."

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A/N
so, that was the first chapter (:
and yes, i started from a guy's pov because idk. i wanted to lol

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