School ends, and Zeke Cambell wants to talk...

You shut your locker, slinging your small backpack over you as you prepared to leave school.

Since Bella was still busy with her teacher duties, you'll be waiting for her to finish while in the teachers parking lot to take you back to her place, as your mom won't be expecting you home until tomorrow Tuesday.

"Bye John! Congrats on scoring Tiffany!" Someone in the halls waves at you with a smile as they walked past.

You awkwardly waved back, "Uh... Yeah. Thanks, I guess."

It's been a mixed day today, at school. Not too good, but not too bad either.

You were completely expecting a whole bunch of students to come up to you and try to be a part in your dumb highschool drama B-plot, as they asked how you managed to convince Tiffany to break up with Zeke or what you planned on doing next with her. Try to get as much out of you as possible to spread the rumors and gossip of your new Love Triangle fame.

And, that actually sort of happens. Not as much as you were expecting though.

While there have been some asshats who kept prodding you for information about Tiffany and what you two did after you left the cafeteria, there has also been a good amount of people who didn't really care too much. Instead, they were the students from earlier who wanted to get to know you better and try to hang out with you just to be friends.

It's been sort of hard to distinguish the two apart sometimes... I guess when you start dating the captain of the cheerleaders right after she broke up with the school's star soccer player, even the most uninterested folk can get just a little bit curious on what's going on.

Still, it's been both a hassle, and a pleasant time. Is this what being the popular guy in school feels like?

Well, it's definitely nothing like how the movies showcase it...

"See you tomorrow, John!" A random girl cheerfully waved goodbye as she ran down the hallway.

"You too- er... Miss- something something..." You mumbled, having completely no idea who she was.

You seriously need to get better with names soon. This was starting to get so embarassing... That was like the seventh person that said goodbye to you.

As you walk towards the entrance, you froze in place when Zeke Cambell stepped in front of you.

Now, on any normal day, you and him would probably just casually walk by each other without even needing to acknowledge each other's existence.

However, after what happened with Tiffany today, now that you were considered as her new "official" boyfriend in the eyes of the public, you were always wondering what Zeke was gonna do to you if he ever had a chance to confront you.

And boy, were you shitting your pants at the thought.

Zeke walked up to you, and you slowly walked backwards in a **** attempt to avoid confrontation.

You never realized it before until now, but man, he is fucking buff as all hell. The guy's arms are big enough to match the size of your hand if you had them wide open. Since he's a soccer player, that also meant that his legs were twice as buff.

If he wanted to, he could probably just sprint up to you right now, and fucking kick your head clean off your body. Then your head would just fly away for like fifty meters before getting turned to liquid goo as it smashes against a wall or something.

As cool as that sounds, you'd rather keep your head right where it was, thanks.

Oh hello brick wall, what a bad time to suddenly appear from behind-

As Zeke got closer to you, you closed your eyes and braced for your ****, praying that it'll be quick and painless.

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Aaaanny second now...

"Dude, what are you doing?" Zeke asked.

You peeked an eye open to see him staring at you with a confused expression.

"Aren't you going to kick my head clean off because I stole Tiffany away from you?" You asked expectantly.

"What? No." He shook his head, bewildered, "Dude, I'm a pacifist. Everyone in school knows that."

"Wait for real?" You relaxed and asked, "But you have such huge arms and an even more huge legs!"

"Yeah, from training and practicing soccer all day." He chuckled, "What, were you expecting me to be some sort of lame jock bully who beats people up and steal lunch money from nerds?"

You were silent, and looked away guiltily. Maybe you shouldn't answer truthfully?

"Don't... Please don't answer that..." He sighed and shook his head in disappointment. "Look man, I just wanna talk about Tiffany for a bit."

Oh he just wants to talk, thank fuck!

Maybe he wants to beg for Tiffany to come back to him? If so, then this whole situation with Tiffany being your fake girlfriend can be skipped over like a breeze! You wouldn't have to worry about dealing with her anymore.

Before you can even speak, Zeke wrapped an arm around your shoulder in a friendly manner, before leading you back inside the school.

The other students who saw you two slowly backed away and let you both pass, already feeling tension in the air.

"Look- John, right?" He asked, but continued uninterrupted, "Look John... You need to know something about Tiffany. She's a very emotional girl. Sometimes a bit of a drama queen. But I've been with her since middle school, so I know what she's really like on the inside, you know?"

Uh... Where the hell is this going? This doesn't sound like begging or pleading for you to give back Tiffany...

"I don't know what she told you when you two left the cafeteria. I'm sure she must have said something corny like, 'Oh John, I know you'll be better than Zeke! I promise I'll love you as long as you treat me right!' Or something like that."

Nothing like that happened, but you didn't feel like correcting him at the moment, so you let him continue...

"And then she probably told you that if you let her be your girlfriend, she'll promise make you feel good with her hands or mouth or something, and then she made you super horny until you couldn't think and said yes to her. Sound about right so far?" He asked matter of factly.

Well, she did give you a handjob, but she definitely didn't do any of the other stuff... But you kept silent, wanting to see where this goes.

"Look man, everything she told you was a lie." He sighed, "None of it is gonna be true. She's not going to fall in love with you. In fact, she doesn't even like you at all. You're just some boy she chose at random to be your new boyfriend just to piss me off. She's just manipulating and using you to make me jealous."

You already knew all this, actually. She made it quite clear from the start that she didn't like you like that. She didn't need to lie to you or make any false promises, you already know full well what you're getting yourself into.

"Look, I know it's hard to hear. You're probably thinking, 'Man Zeke, you're full of shit! Today's my lucky day! I somehow got THE Tiffany Brian to be my girlfriend! You're just saying this because you're jealous she dumped your ass!'" He went on with a poor imitation of your voice.

You furrowed your eyebrows, feeling a little ticked off at his behavior. He reminded you of the way Tiffany acted when she thought she was being cool. Condescending and arrogant.

"But it's true! Think about it. Why would Tiffany suddenly choose you to be her boyfriend even though she has no idea who you are? You're not special, you're just some normal boring guy who probably doesn't even stand out much or do anything worthwhile in school. Unlike me who's actually active, works hard, and became the school's star soccer player. A girl like Tiffany, who's captain of her own cheerleading squad, dating a guy like you, a complete random nobody? You're way too incompatible for each other! She's completely out of your league by hundreds of miles, and she knows it! Nothing like me at all, you know?"

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Wow. Words cannot even begin to describe how much you severely dislike Zeke right now.

"Look man, I just don't want you to get your hopes up. Tiffany still has feelings for me, and me only. She's never going to fall in love with you, no matter how much she says she would. Once she calms down, she's going to forgive me again and immediately dump you to get back together with me. And it's going to hurt. It's going to hurt you a lot." He patted you empathetically, hoping to comfort you.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at him.

"So you should probably just do yourself a favor, and break up with Tiffany before she has the chance to hurt you, okay? She'll get angry at first, but then she's gonna feel stupid for roping you into this mess she made and tell you she's sorry. Hopefully, you can forgive her, and we can all finally forget about this fiasco and return to our normal lives again." He smiled, "That sound fair?"

Part of you wants to go along with this. To lie to Tiffany and say that Zeke came up to you and begged you to give her back to him. Make it so that the two can have a happy ending to this whole nonsense so that you can uninvolve yourself for the rest of their stupid romance shenanigans.

But another bigger and louder part of you wanted to deck Zeke in the face just to spite him.

So you decide to follow that part of you instead of the first one. It sounds more fun.

You don't deck him, but you do something you know to be equally as injuring.

You roughly shoved his arm off your shoulder, before turning to him, "Zeke, don't take this the wrong way, but you're a terrible boyfriend for Tiffany. So terrible in fact, I think I might actually do a better job in comparison."

Zeke was taken aback, clearly not expecting you to respond like this.

"Everything you just told me might be true, I admit it. But here's the thing... I know I'm good enough to be Tiffany's new boyfriend. She might not like me now, and might only be using me just to make you jealous... But I'm pretty sure by the end of the week, I'll have her wrapped entirely around my little finger as she falls absolutely head over heels for me, while also completely forgetting about you. And there's no possible way you can take her away from me, not even if you got on your knees and cried your heart out for her to come back." You gave an evil smirk to really lay it into him, "So maybe you should just step off and deal with the fact that you lost Tiffany to a random nobody like me."

Everything you just said was a complete bluff that you pulled out of your ass. You already know that Tiffany was eventually gonna come back to him. You just wanted to say all this to bruise his ego and knock him down a peg.

Before all this, you were hoping that Zeke and Tiffany could make up quickly so that you didn't have to worry about them anymore. You were completely detached to this whole situation you got caught in.

Now though? You want to help Tiffany out now just to make this smug bastard eat shit. You are personally invested in this now.

Zeke glared at you in contempt, not taking kindly to your bravado. "You really wanna do this to yourself? You think this will be worth it?" He asked.

Probably not in the future, no. Zeke was probably going to be five times as smug towards you once he and Tiffany gets back back together again. But right now, at this moment? Where Zeke was now seething red from losing dominance towards you? Fuck yeah, it's worth it.

Is it petty to act like this simply because he was acting like a douche to you, probably without even meaning to? Yes.

Was it fun though? YES.

"Fine. Don't say I wasn't trying to be nice by warning you first." He scoffed, turning around to walk away. But not before leaving behind a brief comment, "Asshole."

"See ya lateeeer~!" You faux-cheerily waved goodbye.

Once you were left alone, you went back to go outside and wait for Bella out in the teacher's parking lot.

Then it took you a moment to realize what exactly you just did.

You done pissed off Zeke Cambell, the school's star soccer player.

Finally calming down and thinking rationally, you only just now realized how much of a petty asshole you were.

Agh, fuck, you pissed off Zeke.

You were going to regret this, weren't you?

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AAAAAAAAAAAGH, FUCKING GOD DAMN IT JOHN