Blurring the Lines
579 Words
Elyse
“W-what?!”
His lips quirked into the faintest smirk. “It happens. Just making it clear.”
I sputtered, “As if that’s even possible! You’re… you’re—ugh!” I threw my hands up, frustrated beyond reason.
“You’re impossible.”
“Good.” He pushed off the wall, his cool demeanor unshaken. “Then we’re on the same page.”
The rest of the week was a blur of “fake couple” moments that felt anything but fake.
Caleb walking me to class.
Caleb saving me a seat in the cafeteria.
Caleb casually draping an arm over my chair like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Every time he did something like that, my brain short-circuited. I told myself it was all for show, all part of the rules. But the looks we got from everyone else—the envy, the curiosity, the disbelief—made me feel like I was starring in a movie I hadn’t auditioned for.
And the worst part? Some tiny, traitorous part of me didn’t entirely hate it.
By Friday, the rumors had evolved into full-blown conspiracy theories.
“I heard they met at a summer camp.”
“No, my cousin said Elena tutored him in Math.”
“Are you kidding? It’s obvious—they’re childhood sweethearts!”
Mia, of course, ate it all up. She would forward me screenshots of group chats with captions like “You’re famous, bestie!” while I contemplated faking my own death.
But as bad as the rumors were, nothing prepared me for what happened after school that Friday.
I was heading to the library when I heard raised voices near the courtyard. Curious, I slowed—and then froze when I recognized one of them.
Sofia.
“…don’t think you can just replace me,” she was saying, her tone sharp. “Everyone knows Caleb and I are meant to be together.”
My stomach dropped. I peeked around the corner—and sure enough, there she was, standing way too close to Caleb.
He looked… bored. “I never dated you, Sofia.”
Her face twisted. “Not officially, but everyone knows—”
“I don’t care what everyone thinks.” His voice was flat, cold enough to make even me shiver.
For a moment, Sofia just stared at him, speechless. Then her gaze flicked toward me—because of course she noticed me standing there like an i***t.
Her eyes narrowed. “This isn’t over.”
And with that, she stormed off, leaving a trail of perfume and fury in her wake.
I stepped out awkwardly. “Um. Should I even ask what that was about?”
“Don’t,” Caleb said shortly.
I hesitated, then blurted, “You know this whole fake thing is making me a target, right? Sofia’s going to murder me in my sleep.”
He looked at me then, really looked, and for the first time, his expression softened. Just a little.
“I won’t let her touch you.”
My heart stuttered.
And before I could say anything, he walked away, leaving me with a thousand unanswered questions and a racing heartbeat I couldn’t explain.
That night, as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, Mia’s words echoed in my head. w*****d dream.
Except this didn’t feel like a dream.
It felt dangerously real.
And the scariest part?
I wasn’t sure if I wanted it to stop.
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