Chapter 6: Falling for a Lie
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Chapter 6: Falling for a Lie
Bruce became her world, gently and all at once.
He showed up after school with her favorite snacks—strawberry mochi and sour apple candy. He memorized her schedule better than his own, waited outside her classes with that crooked grin she secretly adored, and walked her home, rain or shine, umbrella or not.
One rainy Friday afternoon, as thunder rolled across the sky, Bruce jogged up beside her, holding a bent umbrella that barely shielded them both.
“You’re going to catch a cold,” Rachel said, trying to scowl.
He shrugged, water dripping from his hair. “Worth it to see you smile.”
“You’re impossible.”
“Impossibly in love,” he countered, nudging her shoulder.
They spent their afternoons nestled in the corner of the school library. Rachel, ever studious, highlighted chapters in her textbook. Bruce? He pretended to study while doodling hearts on the margins of her notes.
“You’re ridiculous,” she muttered, not looking up.
“I’m ridiculous for you,” he replied, nudging a heart toward her.
Once, when she was cramming for a biology test, he rested his chin on her shoulder.
“You know,” he whispered, “I’d trade my football scholarship just to have lunch with you every day.”
Rachel rolled her eyes. “You will not.”
“Fine,” he grinned. “But I’d definitely skip practice if it meant hearing you talk about mitochondria again.”
She laughed, cheeks flushed.
“You’re such a nerd.”
“Correction: I’m your nerd.”
Bruce made her feel seen, like she wasn’t just the scholarship girl or the daughter of a stay at home mom. With him, she wasn’t invisible.
When the stress of school or whispers in the hallway got to her, Bruce wiped her tears with his thumbs, cupping her face like it was the most precious thing he’d ever touched.
“Tell me where they sit,” he’d whisper. “I’ll trip them all in the cafeteria.”
“You’re terrible.”
“Terribly in love,” he’d answer, and kiss her forehead.
And when the sun dipped low behind the school, he’d walk her to the old gym, where they’d lie on the grass and stargaze.
“Do you believe in fate?” he asked one evening.
She blinked up at the sky. “I believe in choices.”
He turned toward her, his voice soft. “I choose you.”
Her breath caught.
Under the stars, he took her hands, thumbs brushing her knuckles.
“Marry me someday,” he whispered.
Rachel stared at him, her heart hammering.
“Really?”
He nodded. “Quietly at first. My parents are still overseas, and they want me to focus on school. But we’ll have a real wedding later—one worthy of you. I just… I want to make you mine before college pulls us apart.”
She hesitated, then nodded.
It was crazy. It was wild. But it was love.
He gave her a silver promise ring. Not expensive, but engraved on the inside: Always, B.
She wore it on a chain around her neck, hidden under her uniform. She didn’t tell her parents. Her mother was still recovering from a stroke, and her father grew anxious over even the smallest things. But with Bruce, it felt magical. Like a secret only they shared.
Rachel received three scholarship offers: one to the state medical school, one abroad in Switzerland, and one to the same university Bruce planned to attend. She had choices—real, breathtaking choices.
“They all want you,” Jennie gushed, waving the letters like victory flags. “You’re basically a walking scholarship.”
But Bruce’s enthusiasm felt different. He didn’t talk about Switzerland. He only brought up the school they’d go to together. He told her how they’d get a small apartment near campus, how he’d cook her terrible scrambled eggs while she studied for anatomy exams.
Jennie raised a brow one afternoon. “You sure about this, Rach? He’s charming, but he’s always around. And you haven’t told your mom yet.”
Rachel clutched the ring.
“He sees me, Jennie. He chose me.”
Jennie smiled sadly. “I hope he deserves you.”
Then came Amanda.
Rachel had stayed late to return library books when she turned a corner and collided with Amanda.
“Oh. Look who it is,” Amanda sneered. “The scholarship charity case.”
Rachel stayed calm. “Excuse me.”
Amanda stepped in closer, venom laced in every word. “You think you’ve won, huh? The scholarships, the boyfriend… my leftovers.”
Rachel stiffened. “Bruce isn’t your—”
Amanda laughed coldly. “You’re just filling in until he remembers what real love feels like.”
Rachel’s throat tightened. “Why do you hate me?”
“Because you don’t belong in our world. But somehow, you keep ending up in our spotlight.”
Rachel stepped back. “I earned everything. I didn’t steal anything from you.”
Amanda leaned closer. “Your existence was enough. But don’t worry, sweetheart. What’s coming will remind you where you belong.”
Rachel left, shaken.
That night, she told Bruce everything.
He listened, jaw tight. Then he pulled her into his arms.
“They’re jealous,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re winning. Let it go.”
She nodded against his chest, comforted by his warmth.
Days later, he texted her: Wear white. Meet me by the chapel.
And for a little while, Rachel believed she had her happy ending.
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