After the dinner on Saturday all I wanted to do was bury my face in chocolate chip cookies and watch re-runs of The Flash. So, why not whip up a batch of fresh cookies? I mean who doesn't love the smell of fresh baked chocolate chip cookies filling their house. Honestly, if they made that into a scent I would buy every candle. They don't have a candle, right?

Gathering all the ingredients, I started make the oh so delicious cookies. Just as I was cracking the eggs I heard my front door slam open causing me to drop one on the floor.

"Shit." I muttered grabbing a rag to clean it up. I stood up after cleaning the floor and was startled to see Kayla across the counter eating all the chocolate chips out of the bowl. "Hey! Those are for my cookies!" I scolded trying to grab the bowl from her hands.

Kayla shoved a handful more in her mouth and place the bowl down. I glared at her as she munched away on the chocolate morsels. "What are you doing here?" I asked snatching the bowl off the counter.

"What? I can't visit my best friend on this beautiful day?" She retorted. I glance outside to see dark heavy clouds filled in the sky and sharp winds shaking tree limbs. It was gonna pour. I arched an eyebrow towards Kayla and she just shrugged her shoulders.

"It's beautiful to me."

"Why are you really here? Besides to eat everything in my house?" I asked as she rummaged through my kitchen cabinets. Do they not feed this girl at home?

Kayla grabbed a jar of Nutella and spoon, she sat down on one of the stools at the kitchen counter. "You, my friend." She started pointing the spoon in my direction. "Have some explaining to do."

"You honestly couldn't wait till tomorrow?" I asked turning my attention back to my cookie dough.

"You're lucky I didn't lock you away in one of the many rooms of the Rylan's house and grill you with questions yesterday." She answered placing a spoonful of Nutella in her mouth. "Now, spill."

"You know, I don't have to tell you everything about my love life." I teased.

"What love life?" She asked causing me to shoot a glare at her.

She's right, what love life? My love life is as existent as her sharing Nutella, none.

"Details, now." She demanded and not wanting to keep her waiting any longer I dived into the story. Telling her everything about my agreement with Jace, but I kept out the part of our little game on Jace's part. For some reason, I felt like I had to keep that to myself.

At the end, Kayla had her mouth slightly ajar and eyes widen. "So you're telling me that the hottest guy in our school agreed to be your fake boyfriend to make Nate jealous?"

"Correction, to make it seem that I have moved on." I told her as I place the cookies in the oven.

"We're talking about Jace Emerson? The Jace Emerson? The absolute player? The one who has a new girl every day, hell almost every period?" I nodded. "How did you manage that?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "No clue, he did say no at first."

"What caused his change of heart?" She asked curiously and I shook my head.

"No idea." I really had no clue as to why Jace changed his mind, but was I curious? Heck, yeah. Was I gonna push it and ask him risking this whole thing? Heck, no.

"And you don't think you'll fall for him while playing this fake relationship?" Kayla questioned.

I scoffed. Why does everyone think I'll be the one falling? "Highly doubt it."

"Why? He's smoking hot. Have you seen those muscles?" She asked dreamily.

I felt them.

"I've seen better." I told her and she gave me a knowing look. "I'm not falling for him. Once we're done here, we'll be going our separate ways and back to how we were before. Ignoring one another."

"Sure." Was all she said not believing me at all.

The only thing I'll be falling for are these freshly baked cookies.

Walking into school Monday morning was a lot easier then I expected. Not that stares were any less than what I got at the mall, is it weird that I was use to it already? I guess if you're gonna be around the school's resident bad boy you're bound to get stared at.

Walking up to my locker I opened it and pulled out the books I need for my first period class. Honestly, I can't stand Pre-Calculus. Like when the hell am I gonna need to use the distance formula in life? Let me tell you, never. I can just google the damn distance for something.

As I mentally cursed the class, my locker door was slammed shut almost taking my fingers in the process.

"Shit." I muttered holding my almost chopped off fingers. I looked over to see who the culprit was and saw Jace leaning against the lockers in all his glory.

"What do you want?" I asked irritated.

"Now, is that anyway to talk to your boyfriend?" He questioned with an amused look.

Told you he likes that word too much.

I glared at him. "You almost chopped off my fingers!"

"But did it happen?" He added.

I wanted to smack him.

So bad.

I didn't respond, instead I just continued my deadly glare at him hoping to melt that stupid smirk off his face. That is until my eyes caught something I wish I didn't see.

Over Jace's shoulder I saw Nate laughing, smiling, looking happy. That wasn't the problem, the problem was who he was doing that with. Nicole Clarke, one of the most popular girls in the school.

Her medium brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkled as she talked to him. Looking super interested in what he was saying. Nate leaned in close and moved a piece of her wavy hair away from her face tucking it behind her ear.

A burning sensation was felt at center of my chest and coarse through my body as I watched on. I wanted to look away, I wanted to tear my eyes away, I wanted to focus my attention on something else, anything else, but I just couldn't.

I felt a strong hand grab my arm pushing my back against the lockers causing them to rattle in the process. A hand made it down to my chin tilting my head up slightly causing me to peer into intense hazel eyes.

Jace was so close, the closest he has ever been. I felt every single hard muscle of his pressed against me. The scent of his intoxicating cologne engulf my senses once more. My heart started to beat fast as I see him lean in close, his lips inches away from my own.

"When you're with me, you focus on me. You're attention is mine." He said, his voice coming out deep and intense.

I felt a shiver run down my body from his words, my heart continued to race from our close proximity.

"Do you understand?" He asked, his eyes never leaving my own.

I nodded slowly, unable to speak.

"Good." Was all he said as he pulled away leaving my body cold. I took a deep breath as I tried to calm my racing heart.

Why is my heart racing in the first place?

I looked over to see Jace's lips pulled up in a smug smile. "What?" I asked, finally able to speak.

"It's good to know I have some effect on you."

I arch a brow. "You have no effect on me." I said deadpanned.

He snorted and looked over in the opposite direction. "Looks like the ass is gone."

I followed his line of vision to see the spot that Nate was standing in long gone of his presence. A sigh of relief left my lips.

"You know, jealously doesn't really suit you." Jace said capturing my attention once more.

"I wasn't jealous." I said flatly.

Jace arched a brow. "Do you lie to yourself all the time?"

"What do you want, Jace?" I gritted out.

A devious smile made its way onto his lips and I would be lying if I said it didn't scare me a bit.

"Follow me." Was all he said and then turned on his heels walking towards and then through the grey double doors.

Call me stupid, but I actually followed him outside. I was curious, can you blame me? Hopefully he doesn't lead me off a cliff. Hopefully.

I followed Jace up to his gorgeous car. "What are we doing here?"

"We, my little fake girlfriend, are going somewhere less dreadful then this place." He answered unlocking the car.

"We're skipping?" I asked incredulously.

"You've never skipped before, huh?" Well, no. Unless you count the one time I left my last class earlier to go check on my mom when she was down with the flu last year. Even then I got permission from my teacher. "Why am I not surprised?" He added letting out a soft chuckle.

I just glared at him and he just gave me a cheeky smile.

"First time for everything." He said before slipping into the driver's seat.

I followed soon after, sliding into the comfort of his dark leather seat.

Jace is my first 'boyfriend', the first one to beat me at arcade games and the first one to make me skip school.

What other first times could Jace possibly take from me?

I would be lying if I said I was not willing to find out.

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