Fake dating the School King

Between calm and chaos

We left the ice cream shop quietly, the soft moment between us still lingering as we walked back to the car.

The car stopped in front of my house.

I unbuckled my seatbelt slowly.

Before I could open the door, Aaron spoke.

“You’re home.”

I glanced at him. “Yeah. Obviously.”

That got a faint look from him.

Not a smile.

But something close.

He stepped out first.

Like always.

Then walked around and opened my door.

I sighed lightly. “You really don’t have to keep doing that.”

“I know.”

But he still did it anyway.

I stepped out.

The air felt cooler here.

Familiar.

Normal.

For a second, I just stood there.

Then I looked up at him.

“Thanks for today,” I said softly.

“You're welcome. As I said, anything to brighten up your day.” He replied with a smirk.

That made me smile a little.

Not big.

Just enough.

There was a pause.

He didn’t leave immediately.

Neither did I.

It was like neither of us had decided how to end the moment.

Then finally,

“Go inside,” he said.

I nodded.

“Okay.”

But I didn’t move right away.

And neither did he.

Then I turned and walked in.

Inside, the house smelled like food.

Comforting.

My mom was in the kitchen.

She looked up as soon as I walked in.

“Allison.”

I dropped my bag on the couch.

“Hi.”

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

“You’re smiling.”

I paused. “Am I not allowed to smile?”

“Not like that,” she said simply.

That made me roll my eyes a little.

“Okay, fine.”

She turned back to what she was cooking.

“Sit. I’ll bring your plate.”

I sat anyway.

Because arguing wasn’t worth it.

A few minutes later, she placed food in front of me and sat opposite.

And then she did what she always did.

She watched me.

“Something is different,” she said.

I poked at my food. “I met someone.”

She didn’t even react.

Then she asked

“A boy?”

I looked up slowly. “Yes.”

Pause.

“I’m kind of dating him.”

That got her attention.

Not shock.

Not anger.

Just observation.

“What’s his name?”

“Aaron.”

She repeated it slowly. “Aaron.”

I nodded.

She studied me for a moment longer.

Then leaned back slightly.

“And how does Aaron make you feel?”

I blinked. “That’s a strange question.”

“It’s the only one that matters.”

I hesitated.

Then spoke quietly.

“Confused sometimes.”

That made her nod slightly.

“And?”

I thought about it.

The hallway.

His hand around my wrist.

The ice cream.

The way he just… stopped when I was upset.

“…safe,” I added.

She didn’t say anything for a moment.

Then nodded once.

“Be careful with boys who make you feel both.”

I frowned slightly. “Both what?”

“Confused and safe.”

That stayed with me longer than I expected.

But I didn’t argue.

Later that night, I was in my room when my phone buzzed.

I picked it up.

"I’ll pick you up tomorrow." A message from Aaron.

Simple.

No extra words.

Just him.

I stared at it for a second.

Then typed back.

"Okay."

I hesitated.

Then added,

"Don’t be late."

Three dots appeared almost instantly.

"I’m never late."

I smiled before I could stop myself.

And for some reason…

That felt like enough.

The next morning came faster than I expected.

My phone buzzed before I was fully awake.

"I’m outside."

He was already outside.

I didn’t even bother replying.

I hurried to get ready.

The black Mercedes was already parked when I stepped out.

Aaron leaned slightly against it, like he had all the time in the world.

His eyes lifted the second he saw me.

Slow.

Intentional.

“Morning,” I said.

He opened the door instead of answering.

I rolled my eyes a little but got in anyway.

The drive to school was filled with teasing and warm laughter.

Not awkward.

Just familiar now.

When we pulled in, I already knew what to expect.

Eyes.

Whispers.

Phones.

It didn’t matter.

Aaron stepped out first, then walked around to my side.

Opened the door.

Again.

“You’re doing too much,” I muttered.

“You’re complaining too much,” he replied calmly.

I stepped out, trying not to smile.

Too late.

People noticed anyway.

They always did.

History class was boring as usual.

Every student was obviously not paying attention.

I decided to get a biology textbook from the library and get myself busy.

Aaron had disappeared somewhere.

I didn’t ask.

I just needed a minute.

So I left.

The hallway was quieter now.

Most people were outside.

I turned toward the library.

But I didn’t make it.

“Skipping class already?”

I stopped.

Slowly.

Then turned.

Liam.

Leaning casually against the wall like he’d been waiting.

My chest tightened slightly.

“I’m not in the mood. I just need something from the library. ” I said.

“Good,” he replied, pushing off the wall. “Neither am I.”

I turned to walk past him.

But he stepped in front of me.

Blocking my path.

Again.

“Move,” I said.

“We didn't finish our conversation the other day.”

“Yeah, but now is a bad time.”

I tried to step around him.

His hand caught my wrist.

Not hard.

But firm enough to stop me.

My heart skipped.

Not the good kind.

“Let go, Liam.” I snapped.

He didn’t.

“Can I just have a minute?” he asked, his voice lower now.

“I’m kinda busy right now, maybe another time.”

“Is this because of him?”

I didn’t answer.

His grip tightened slightly.

“Let go,” I repeated.

Still nothing.

Then,

“She said let go.”

The voice cut through everything.

Cold.

Sharp.

My head turned instantly.

Aaron.

Standing a few steps away.

Watching.

Liam didn’t release me immediately.

Instead, he glanced at Aaron then back at me.

Like he was deciding something.