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Ava's high school life is a total disaster until Hunter Black, one of the school's "Three Musketeers," makes a wild proposal: be his fake girlfriend to dodge bullies. đ High stakes and hidden motives make this deal way spicier than she expected.
As they navigate pranks, parties, and perilous secrets, Ava discovers Hunter's protective side and a sizzling attraction. But with a gang leader targeting her and a queen bee stirring trouble, their fake romance is anything but smooth.
Will this fauxmance turn into the real deal?
Chapter 1
Ava
Do you ever have those days when you donât even want to get out of bed? Today is one of those for me.
I groan and roll over, looking at my alarm clock. I may be a nerd and all, but even I hate getting up at the crack of dawn to learn and study. Still, Iâve already snoozed my alarm twice, which wasnât the best of plans.
Lucky me, Iâm only ten minutes lateânothing a quick rush around wonât fix.
I crawl out of bed and make my way to the bathroom across the hall, where I scrub my teeth and do my business and stare at my reflection. I brush my brown hair into a loose ponytail, letting it sway behind me as I head back to my room to get changed for school.
There, I throw on the big, black-rimmed glasses that everyone at school calls âugly,â a pair of black jeans ripped at the knee, and an oversized Harry Potter top with the Hogwarts crest upon it. When I say âoversized,â I mean two sizes too big for my petite figure, but thatâs the way I like it: hiding me from the outside world.
Itâs the start of my final year of the sixth form, and boy, am I dreading it. Another year to be picked on, used, and threatened.
I canât wait to escape to university somewhere, to have a fresh start.
I grab the bag at the foot of my bed, which I packed the night before, and head down to the kitchen. All the lights are off, but I can see a note on the fridge.
I walk over to the kitchen window and pull up the blinds, letting my eyes be blinded momentarily before they readjust themselves to the light streaming through. I then pull the note off the fridge, sighing.
Working double shift, thereâs food in the fridge, youâll have to make it yourself. Mum x
When I pull the fridge open, cool air blasts across my face, causing goosebumps to rise over my skin. Nothing takes my fancy, so I shut the fridge, grab an apple from the counter, and make my way out the door. I donât want to be late for my first day back.
Donât get me wrong, this is a normal routineâor at least, it was. But with the summer break over, I need to get back into the swing of things, to stop this sort of thing happening.
Itâs only me and my mum now. Two years ago, a drunk driver swerved and collided into my dadâs car, instantly killing him. While my dad was taken from us, the drunk driver walked away with just a few bruises and breath in his lungs.
I was a daddyâs girl. He was always there for me when I needed him, and now heâs gone.
And now to provide for us, Mum must take extra shifts as a nurse for the National Health Service. They are understaffed and underfunded, but it makes her happy to help others, so that makes me happy too. Even though we had to downsize from our lovely home because we couldnât afford to pay the mortgage.
I feel my eyes well up with tears, but I push them away. I donât want to cry on my first day back to sixth form.
When I reach the schoolâs gates, I notice all the people with fancy cars and expensive clothes. I go to a public school, but there are still a lot of people with a lot of money theyâre not afraid to show off, and theyâre all gathered here to catch up after the summer holidays.
Walking with my head down so that no one notices me, I slip into the school. My locker is at the end of a corridor, so no one notices when I am thereâa bonus for me.
If you havenât already noticed, I like being invisible, the person people overlook until they need someone to do their homework or they need to let off some steam. The world gives me the gift of invisibility, and Iâd be a fool not to take advantage of it, right?
At my locker, I find a blonde-haired girl waiting. I smile. Itâs my only friend, Lily.
Letâs do introductions, shall we?
Lily has been my best friend since we were little, when we discovered our shared hatred for this horrible girl called Jessica. Jessica had stolen and ripped up our work, so we split a packet of sweets to commiserate.
We may have only been five, but who cares? Friendship is friendship at the end of the day.
Lily is stunning. Her blonde, curly hair falls to the middle of her back, and her bright-blue eyes catch your attention. Sheâs five feet six inches with super long legs that girls envy, curves in all the right places, and naturally tanned skin. All in all, sheâs what most boys want.
If youâve ever seen The Duff, youâll understand how easily ignored I am, but I donât mind.
âHey bitch, how was your holiday?â
I smile at the way Lily greets me before replying. Sheâs so confident in herself, and I admire her for that.
âYou know me, I was very productive and managed to eat all the ice cream and watch loads on Netflix.â
âI noticed. You watched all of Shadowhunters in two days.â
I laugh. How can you not love The Mortal Instruments?
Now if youâre wondering how I manage to pay for Netflix, I donât. Lily, my babe, lets me use her account. Her parents are quite rich; they own an amazing Italian restaurantâif you could try it, then youâd understandâand Iâm like their own personal taste tester!
Itâs hard to think that weâre so close when we come from very different places and when Lily looks as good as she does. I never really understood why she would stay by me, but I am grateful for it.
As I take out my books from my locker, Lily texts on her phone like a maniac. The tapping of her nails on the screen is somehow calming in the chaos around us.
Iâm brought away from my thoughts when Lily begins slapping me on the shoulder repeatedly. I roll my eyes and wonder if sheâs broken her nail with the force of the blows, but then I turn around.
There they are: the three sex gods. The Three Musketeers, as everyone in the school calls them. (Although in the novel there were four members of the Musketeers, so I guess everyone is technically wrong.)
The whole hall has gone silent, and students part like the Red Sea to let them through. Girls bat their eyes, hoping to be noticed, while boys glare because they want to be them.
I roll my eyes again. Sure, they are freaking hot, donât get me wrong, but they are players, fuckboysâexcuse my French. They hump and dump. Fuck and chuck. Nab and shag.
Sometimes itâs for fun, other times itâs a game or a bet, but in any case, itâs meaningless to them.
The leader of the group and the sexiest, in my opinion, is Hunter Black. Heâs six feet tall and made of pure muscleânot the gross, bulky stuff you see on bodybuilders but the kind you see on models. His hair is dark brown, almost black, and his eyes are the color of the forest, a dazzling emerald green.
As dreamy and drool-worthy as Hunter is, though, he has slept with nearly every girl in the school, and heâs never with the same girl twice. Except for that bitch, Jessica. He keeps running back to her, and she loves the attention. Since the most popular and sexy guy in the school wants her, all the guys want her.
Then thereâs Hunterâs best mate, Liam Thorn, a six-foot-tall swimmer with a gorgeous body, blond hair, and blue eyes. Though heâs not as hot as Hunter, in my opinion, heâs also not as much of a fuckboy. He keeps a girlfriend from time to time, which to me screams cute, and I think the others could learn a thing or two from him.
Lastly, thereâs Declan Reed, who is over six feet tall and has black hair and blue eyes. Heâs not only known for being a fuckboy but also for being a prankster, which is weird because most of the time he has a scowl on his face. You wouldnât think he has a sense of humor because he only ever shows an intense dislike of people.
Declan hasnât been with Hunter and Liam that longâmaybe about three or four yearsâbut he sure as hell fits in with his looks. And he sure as hell is loyal to them.
Oh, and did I mention that all these boys are rich? Like ridiculously rich. They could probably buy the school if they wanted to and no one would stop them.
Everyone respects the sex gods: teachers, students, Iâm sure even some of the parents. They all fear them and would do anything they asked. There have even been rumors that they are involved in some horrible things, like gangs and drugs, but the police are too scared to do anything about it.
No one really knows if itâs true or not, but no one dares ask. With their money, Iâm sure they could just buy anyone off anyway.
So, there you have it. These three boys basically run the school, and no one tells them otherwise.
As they walk past, I keep my head down. I donât want their attention, maybe because I donât like what the attention would bring for me: pain and fear.
***
When the bell goes off, Lily and I make our way to our first class, maths. I groan. People are walking everywhere in a mad rush, and Iâm trying my best to avoid them so that I donât receive any backlash.
âItâs torture!â I complain. âDo they really expect us to do maths on a Monday morning?â
Lily just giggles and shakes her head at my foolish outcries.
âWell, they must really hate us this year.â
Hearing her sarcastic tone, I turn to glare at her. Then we both burst into fits of laughter.
Iâm not bad at math; I just hate the subject. I donât even know why I chose it as an A-levelâitâs pointless. When will I ever get asked to work out algebra or circle theorems? The answer is never!
Iâm so distracted by all the students and teachers shouting around me that I donât pay attention to where I am going, so when a guy pops up in front of me, Iâm not able to stop myself. We crash into each other.
With the wind knocked out of me, I stumble back a bit, grasping at my stomach. Through the tears in my eyes, I look up at the guy who caused me this pain. We stare at each other for a moment before he barges past me, scattering my books and nearly knocking me over.
As if having the wind knocked out of me wasnât enough, he had to scatter my books, which I had managed to hang onto in the first attack.
âSorry, gorgeous,â he says, throwing a wink in my direction before getting lost in the sea of students.
I stand there, shocked. Some guyâand a hot guy, at thatâcalled me gorgeous and winked at me! Someone noticed me!
Feeling my cheeks go a deep shade of red, I shove my head down and carry on walking, dragging Lily behind me. She had collected all my books, embarrassed by the whole fiasco.
