Fraud

Chapter 2.

"YOU drop this," he says, handing it over to me -staring deeply into my eyes as I stare at his, his dazzling, enticing hazel eyes in the shape of an almond. I feel my eyes melting into his and my heart jumping up and down like it wants to burst out of my chest and reach for him. His lips look soft and tempting.

"Um... Are you there?" He asks like I've been staring foolishly, but that does wake me up from his utmost beauty. My lashes flutter, and I take the book from him -hoping Tracy didn't notice. My eyes jam her. She's drooling at him, dreamily, like she sees only him. Her shoulders fall as she takes a deep breath. Her smile is brood as an eagle. Her head c**k to the side. She must feel like Alice in wonderland. That's her Disney tale.

"Is she okay?" Morgan asks like Tracy is acting weird. Of course, she's acting weird. She's embarrassing me and herself. This guy might think highly of himself.

"Haha," I forge a laugh.

"She's not fine, she acts like this when she's sick."

She is sick, she has something called guys fever, Or should I say true love fever. All I know is she has relationship fever.

"Right Tracy?" I say as I nudge her with my shoulder. She startles.

"Uh?" She asks with wide eyes.

I wonder how far her mind has traveled. Please keep your act together.She straightens herself, moving from the locker. She clears her throat. Guess she's back from wonderland. "I'm sorry, I was just..." She pauses and her eyes bore to him, again. Like she can't get enough of it.

Maybe I was wrong, she isn't back yet. I smack my lips, knocking the novel on my palm as I gradually turn to Morgan. "O...k" I drawl, cause this is a bazaar, and I feel like dragging myself and Tracy out of his sight. He wears a smirk face.Is this guy in any way enjoying all of this? Or making fun of my friend?

"I guess I haven't properly introduced myself," he says.

Oh, now he thinks we are so much into him that we want him to give us a proper introduction.

I scoff as I face my locker, I shove the novel inside and close it.

"You have, and we don't care," turning to him, I say obnoxiously. I fold my hands and lean at my locker, frowning at him.

I'll admit he's handsome, but he is not my type. I only admire his hair. OK, a little bit then that, but I certainly do not see him as Tracy does, Like he's the only man on earth. To her, all handsome guys are the only men on earth.

"I need you to," Tracy interjects, twirling her box braid, and I scowl at her.

He looks at Tracy grinning. Gosh, his smile is as cute as his face.

"I'm Morgan," he says, to Tracy precisely, offering a handshake.

Tracy smiles back, shaking his hand. Morgan's palm covers Tracy's, not because Morgan's palms are that wide but because Tracy's hand is as thin as her body but in a slender way.

"I'm Tracy...Tracy Peterson." Tracy says, putting down her head, trying to hide her blush.

sorry, it's too late, you've taken out your swag about a minute ago.

"Nice to meet you, Tracy. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he says to Tracy with both their palms still colliding. And my best friend is beaming like a sheepish coward.

I look at both of them with shifty eyes. And the poor boy is caged to Tracy's hands as he struggles to be set free. He wanted to give a proper introduction and he did.

"Um..." He glances at me, squeezing his hands from Tracy's grip. And those precious eyes of his are frantic.

Don't look at me, I'm sorry, I can't help you, bro. And I can well remember I told you she's sick.

"Tracy." I place my hand on her shoulder. This is getting out of hand. "Let go of his hand, please." my voice chirpy as possible.

"Oh, oh, oh." she sounds like a siren, but I hope this siren is successful at waking her ass up!

She lets go of his hands, and Morgan starts to squish his hand. He might probably include this as one of the biggest mistakes of his life.

Tracy gaps, placing her fingers in her mouth.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to..."

She drops her hands and sighs. "I'm acting all crazy aren't I?" She says, gloomy.

Oh no baby, you were acting more than crazy!

Morgan scoffs, "It's okay, it was kinda funny though." He says grinning.

I think this is the point where I say they both deserve each other, cause they have this one stupid similarity. THEY DON'T LEARN!

"You are the first to amuse me since I moved in," he adds.

Yeah she was quite amusing, wasn't she? but it didn't seem like it when his eyes were boring with frights. Next time someone should please press a reminder button on me, so I don't ruin his fun.

"Really?" Tracy coos.

"Yea," he says.

The smiles fix on their faces, are weird and somehow annoying. A minute ago, I was the one trying to save the moment from further embarrassment, and I'm just finding out that they are both enjoying it.

"Oh no, I'm not watching this." Their prolonged eye contact chases me.

I sashay to Tracy's car, and I pull the handle. Great, it's locked.I stand leaning at her car. A sun as hell blasting on me, and my skin is drenching with sweat, and my heels are sinking beneath the ground, rising slight pains under my knees. This is all Lucian's fault, now I have to pair with Tracy on her ride. Being grounded isn't just the problem, but restricting me from riding my car is the worst punishment ever. I see the amuser and the amused at the school entrance corridor. They are facing each other, chatting. Can they please wipe out that smile off their face for one second?

I march to them. I'm feet away, and they don't notice, Tracy does not notice. Not this week, we've got so many plans, and I can't be invisible to her now, I'm okay with next week.

"Ahem Ahem," I try to get her attention, and she glances at me, but I know I haven't gotten it yet.

"Oh my God! That's hilarious." She Mirth, but I consider it to be Mirthless.

"Uh-huh," I say sardonically, as my blood boils.

"Ahem, can we please go, now!" I half-yell.

I did try to be calm, but this, all of this is f*****g insane. And for Morgan not to see it so, he is making fun of her.

I take a deep breath, not to purge my anger any further. Both of them widen their eyes and stare at me like I'm a devouring lion. And if I am, I'd mail them right now.

"Please can we just go?" I practically beg her.

She nods with an approving smile, my best friend's smile. I walk away, and I hear her footsteps behind me.

She Unlocks the car. Without hesitation, I pop on the passenger seat. Tracy waves at the wretched guy before entering the car.

She drives off to my house.

We climb up the stairs to my room. I press my password on the lockbox key placed at the entrance of my closet, and the door opens. I walk inside and stare at my impeccably organise closet. fashion is my thing.

I go to where my gowns are and bring out a black flare gown, with a spaghetti strap, and show it to Tracy who seems to be busy with her phone.

"What do you think?" I ask her, but no reply. I stand quietly scowling at her as she beams at her phone.

She notices, "Am sorry...were you talking to me?" She asks as she tosses her braid behind her, and brings down her phone.

"No I wasn't, I'm Talking to the third person in this closet...ooh wait, there's no third person, so who the hell will I be talking to?"

She comes closer to me.

"Sam, I'm sorry. what do you want me to do for you? Anything, I'm ready."

"Nothing. all these clothes looks old-fashioned, let's just go do some shopping before it gets late." I toss the dress mindlessly on a rack.

She raises her brows and presses her lips. She locks her fingers behind her and takes a long step toward me, that we are only a few inches apart.

Something is wrong, that's her about to disappoint me expression.

She clicks her tongue, and I lower my brows. And my ears are less excited to hear what she's about to say. I have an idea but I hope that's not it.

"Sam, first of all, your clothes are perfect, they are all beautiful..." She speaks like there be a but, and buts are not good in addition to a positive statement.

"But..." There she goes.

I shift back. She falls her shoulders like she knows how angry she's about to make me.

"I can't go to the party." Her voice low.

I raise my brows, and I actually smirk. I have no idea why I'm smirking but I can feel my blood getting hot, and my head gives a brief ache.

"Wait, what?!" I shout like I just realize what she means.

Is she serious? We've been planning this get together party since the summer break, and now she says she not going?

At the beginning of every semester, we throw a school get together party. A party Lucian organizes. Though we don't bond with anybody, we just throw the party for fun. And now she's saying she's not going?

She pushes her upper body back and holds up her palms against her face like she's protecting herself from my anger.

I fold my arms and frown at her.

Her eyes Search out through her fingers, and she slowly puts down her hands and leans forward, she fake chuckles.

"You know Morgan likes fiction books." She tries to change the subject, only bringing in the point of the subject. But seriously, how is that my business?

I lower my brows and push back my head.

She sighs and edges past me, and I turn to her as she does to me.

"OK, " she sounds audible, with a hand gesture of calming her nerves. "Morgan asked me to come with Him to the bookstore."

I suspected he was the reason, but I wasn't sure because she normally does not go out with guys on the first day. Knowing Tracy, she is the one who asked him out. Is she that naive about true love?

"ugh! seriously?! You are ditching me because of that wretch you just met?!" I groan.

"Come on, I need this. He might just be my dream guy."