My Fake Lover

Lexi’s POV

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“Shít!” I yelled as soon as I saw what time it was. I rolled off my bed and ran into my bathroom. Which is really cool and helpful to have one of my own.

I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth. I dressed into a pair of white jeans and a grey tank top. I covered up with a light blue jean jacket and finished by putting on my grey heel boots.

I walked down stairs and straight to the door without even eating breakfast. I don’t have time. I’m already half an hour late. First period already started. This doesn’t usually happen.

“Mom! I’m late!” I yelled standing by the door.

“Shoot!” I heard my mom yell from her room after about thirty seconds.

She came running down the stairs dragging Ethan with her. Obviously, she just woke up. Her hair was a big mess and she’s wearing her pj shorts and tank top.

With only her morning slippers on, she grabbed her car keys from the key hook and ran outside.

“Come on babe, your so late.” She called to me.

“Obviously.” I rolled my eyes but still rushed to the car.

Mom put Ethan in the back and went into the driving seat.

I hate being late. And I hate not having a car. My mom has to keep driving me to school and waking up poor Ethan just for it. It’s not like she can leave him home alone.

“Oh god.” My mom mumbled, trying to fix her hair through the review mirror while the car was stopped at a red light.

“You really should get me a car.” I said.

“You really should get your ass moving and find yourself a job so you can buy yourself car.” My mom retorted and continued driving when the light went green.

“I don’t have time for a job! I have school and homework after school. And it will take years to save up for a car!” I yelled in frustration.

“That’s why you should’ve start saving years ago from your allowance.” She shot back.

“Well every teenage girl needs new clothes to buy.” I rolled my eyes.

“And I thought every teenage girl needed a car to go places and dates with boys .” I rolled my eyes and let out a breath of anger. “Honey, you know your dad isn’t here anymore and I need to work myself to take care of both you and Ethan.” She said softly and apologetically.

“Mom, you know how much I hate when you bring dad up.” I said quietly.

“I know sweetie, but it’s life.” She said sadly.

My dad died right after Ethan was born. And it makes it sadder that he never got to see Ethan grow up. I was eleven years old when he passed away due to cancer.

I felt a tear slide down my cheek and I immediately wiped it with my sleeve. I didn’t like to cry, especially when my father pleaded me not to when he was on his death bed.

“I know.” I replied, but it came out a little too harsh.

When we got to school, I rushed out the car without saying bye. Then I regretted it of course. I hate being mad at my mom, and I should be thankful that she could drive me to school every morning so I don’t have to walk forty minutes.

When I got to the office doors I grabbed my late slip. “Thank you.” I told the elder lady on the desk who handed me the slip.

“Any time honey.” She responded with a bright smile.

I walked down the halls slowly in witch they were empty due to the students being in class. Unlike passing period, it’s crowded with people and its loud.

I didn’t rush, I wanted the bell to ring before I got to first period. I hate that class and no doubt the teacher is going to give me a long lecture about being late to class. I know I’ll get one tomorrow for not being there but I’m not in the mood right now.

Before I made it to my locker, the bell rang telling us it was time for second period.

What kind of person wakes up that late? To arrive to school at the end of first.

“Lexi!” Emily yelled after about a minute since the ball rang. “Where have you been? Your so late.”

“The stupid alarm clock didn’t go off and you know I’m not an early bird so I don’t get up on my own.” I answered.

“Never mind that, did you here the rumor going around school.” She asked with a worried expression.

And just like that, I became worried. “No, I just got here.” I said, my voice going high in fear.

“Oh god, your not going to be too happy about this.” She said, her lips turning downwards into a frown as she looked at the ground like it was the most interesting thing near her.

“What is it?” I urged her to tell me or I’ll just go insane.

“You have to promise you won’t kill Tyler.”

“Oh shít, I’m killing Tyler freaking Evans.” I said. “What did that jackass do?”

“I can’t.” She answered.

“Why? Your my best friend.” I pleaded. “There’s nobody I can trust more than my best friends, witch are you and Courtney.”