My Ex Humiliated Me At A Party — So I Made A Fake Contract With The Campus Bad Boy
Part 2
The scent of bonfire smoke and cedar cologne surrounded me.
My breath hitched.
His lips brushed against mine.
A jolt of electricity shot straight down my spine.
The kiss started as a pure performance.
Then a warm hand tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.
The crowd around the fire completely vanished.
Someone cleared their throat loudly.
Tyler broke the contact slowly.
A lazy smile played on his lips as he registered Brian’s furious face.
“Let’s get out of here.”
Tyler’s voice was barely a murmur.
His fingers linked through mine.
His grip pulled me away from the stunned onlookers.
Silence stretched between us until we reached the empty parking lot.
The cool ocean breeze finally cooled my burning cheeks.
“Thank you.”
I stared down at the cracked asphalt.
Tyler tossed a spare helmet at my chest.
“A kiss isn’t enough to pay me back for saving your reputation.”
My stomach dropped.
“What exactly do you want?”
The leather seat creaked as he leaned against his motorcycle.
“I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.”
A deep frown creased my forehead.
“Why would you need a fake relationship?”
“The administration is threatening my fencing scholarship over some bad press.”
A frustrated sigh escaped him.
“I need to look like a responsible student who has finally settled down.”
The arrangement seemed simple enough to manage.
We drafted a ridiculous contract the next afternoon in the library.
It mandated holding hands in the hallways and sharing a lunch table.
The charade was running smoothly until Dan called me in a complete panic.
My younger brother had borrowed money from Brian weeks ago.
The debt had secretly ballooned out of control.
Brian was now threatening to evict our mother from the house his family owned.
The only fast way to clear the massive debt was the upcoming Campus Couple Popularity Contest.
The grand prize offered a hundred thousand dollars.
I swallowed my pride and begged Tyler to enter the competition with me.
The fencing captain agreed, but he insisted on drafting new rules.
Suddenly he was walking me to class every morning.
Suddenly there were morning coffees and intense stares that made my chest ache.
At a team party the following weekend, Heather dragged out a novelty lie detector toy.
She strapped the metallic sensor to Tyler’s wrist.
“When was the exact moment you realized you were falling for Megan?”
She shoved the mic toward him.
Tyler didn’t even blink.
“That summer night four years ago.”
The machine flashed a brilliant green light indicating the absolute truth.
The entire room erupted into gasps.
I sat frozen in my chair.
Why would the campus heartbreaker go to such lengths for a fake relationship with me?
Part 3
The plastic lie detector toy blinked its bright green LED, casting a harsh glare across the dimly lit living room.
Megan stared at the small machine strapped to Tyler’s wrist.
The campus heartbreaker had just confessed to falling for her four years ago.
A heavy silence suffocated the partygoers.
Heather’s smug smile instantly dissolved into a tight-lipped scowl.
Brian shifted uncomfortably on the suede couch, his eyes darting between the green light and Tyler’s perfectly calm face.
Tyler unstrapped the toy and tossed it onto the glass coffee table.
The cheap plastic clattered loudly against the surface.
Heather crossed her arms defensively over her chest.
A low mutter escaped her lips about the machine clearly being defective.
Brian scowled deeply, clearly furious that his attempt to humiliate them had backfired so spectacularly.
Nobody dared to challenge the glowing green result.
“Game’s over.”
His voice sliced cleanly through the heavy tension.
His hand found the small of Megan’s back.
A warm current radiated through her thin sweater, sending a shiver up her spine.
“We’re leaving.”
Tyler addressed the staring crowd.
He didn’t wait for a response.
The rebel guided her out of the suffocating house and into the crisp autumn air.
Megan’s mind raced at a million miles an hour as she climbed onto the back of his motorcycle.
The toy had to be broken.
There was simply no logical reason for Tyler to have noticed her during their freshman year.
She was just the quiet student council girl who organized the recycling bins and tutored failing athletes.
He was the rebellious fencing prodigy who spent more time in detention than in class.
His reputation involved broken hearts, shattered curfews, and a complete disregard for campus authority.
There was no universe where someone like him secretly pined for a girl who color-coded her study notes.
The entire relationship was a business transaction bound by a ridiculous contract drafted in the library.
She desperately needed the hundred-thousand-dollar prize from the Campus Couple Popularity Contest.
Dan’s massive debt to Brian loomed over her family like a razor-sharp executioner’s blade.
The principal balance was horrifying enough, but the predatory interest Brian had slapped on it made it insurmountable.
Her younger brother had made a foolish bet trying to pay for their mother’s medical bills.
Now they were all trapped in a vicious, suffocating cycle of extortion.
If she failed to secure the prize money, Brian’s wealthy family would evict her hardworking mother from their rental home.
Tyler needed a clean, stable reputation to secure his prestigious fencing transfer to an elite academy in Italy.
That was the entire scope of their arrangement.
The massive engine roared to life, vibrating through the soles of her boots.
Megan wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.
Her face buried into the worn leather of his jacket as they sped down the darkened streets.
The comforting scent of cedar and ozone calmed her racing pulse.
A traitorous, foolish part of her wished the green light had told the absolute truth.
The next morning marked the grueling final phase of the popularity contest.
Couples were required to run charity booths in the bustling school courtyard.
The event was heavily weighted in the final voting tally.
Megan had spent the entire night baking three hundred chocolate chip cookies in her tiny, outdated kitchen.
She arranged them meticulously on paper plates, praying the sweet scent would attract enough buyers.
Brenda had come down stairs around midnight, her face lined with deep exhaustion from her double shifts.
Her mother had offered to help wrap the cookies in cellophane.
Megan had gently guided her mother back upstairs to bed, insisting she had everything completely under control.
The lie had tasted bitter on her tongue.
A massive shadow fell over her modest folding table.
Brian strolled up, accompanied by Heather and a loud crew of varsity football players.
They began setting up a sprawling, ostentatious display right next to hers.
Gleaming designer handbags covered their velvet-draped tables.
“Prada, Gucci, Vuitton.”
Heather projected her voice loudly over the gathering crowd of students.
“Ninety percent off, today only.”
Brian leaned against the brick wall of the science building, a cruel smirk twisting his lips.
“Let’s see how your pathetic little bake sale competes with real money, Megan.”
Megan gripped the flimsy edge of her folding table, her knuckles turning white.
Students flocked past her carefully arranged cookies, swarming the designer bags like vultures.
Her throat clamped tightly shut.
The debt repayment deadline was tomorrow at noon.
Losing the contest meant losing her family’s home.
A heavy canvas gym bag hit the concrete beside her table with a loud thud.
Tyler stood there, still wearing his pristine white fencing uniform.
Sweat dampened the dark hair plastered to his forehead.
He grabbed a cookie from the nearest plate and took a massive bite.
“Best cookies on campus.”
His deep voice carried easily over the noisy crowd.
No one looked away from the discounted handbags.
Tyler wiped his hands on a paper napkin.
A light jump placed him squarely onto the reinforced center of the folding table.
“Every cookie purchase comes with a hug from the fencing captain.”
The entire courtyard froze.
A sophomore girl stepped forward tentatively, offering a crumpled dollar bill.
Tyler hopped down, flashed a devastating, dimpled smile, and wrapped her in a warm embrace.
A frenzy instantly erupted.
Dozens of students abandoned the designer bags, waving cash frantically at Megan.
Brian’s jaw dropped as his massive crowd completely evaporated.
Tyler worked the line effortlessly, charming everyone who approached the table.
Megan watched him, her chest tightening with a strange, unfamiliar ache.
He was supposed to be a selfish, unfeeling rebel.
Instead, he was saving her completely out of his own goodwill.
The massive pile of cookies sold out in under twenty minutes.
Tyler collapsed onto a nearby wooden bench, visibly exhausted from the onslaught.
Megan handed him a cold bottle of water.
Their fingers brushed against the condensation on the plastic.
A sharp spark snapped between their skin.
Tyler’s dark eyes locked onto hers.
The playful, arrogant charm melted away, leaving something intensely raw and vulnerable behind.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
Megan kept her voice incredibly low.
Tyler unscrewed the blue cap slowly.
“I take care of what’s mine.”
He took a long, slow drink.
“Even if it’s just pretend?”
Her heart hammered violently against her ribs.
The plastic bottle crinkled sharply in his strong grip.
“Maybe I’m tired of pretending.”
Before she could process the weight of his words, a loud crash echoed from the visitor parking lot.
Megan spun around.
Dan stood backed against the dumpsters, surrounded by three of Brian’s largest friends.
One of the boys shoved Dan hard against the corrugated metal siding.
Megan sprinted across the rough asphalt, completely ignoring Tyler’s shout behind her.
“Leave him alone!” she screamed, pushing her way through the circle.
Brian stepped out from behind the heavy green dumpster.
He checked a gleaming gold watch on his wrist.
“Time’s almost up, Megan.”
A cruel sneer twisted his lips as he looked at Dan’s terrified, pale face.
“Your brother owes me another ten grand in late interest.”
Megan planted herself firmly between Brian and her younger brother.
“The contest ends tomorrow morning.”
Her voice shook despite her desperate efforts to sound brave.
“We’re going to win.”
Brian let out a laugh, a cold, empty sound that chilled her blood.
“Even if you win, it won’t matter.”
He leaned in close to her ear, his breath smelling of stale mints.
“I know about the contract.”
The blood completely drained from Megan’s face.
“I saw you drafting it in the library.”
Brian lowered his voice to a malicious whisper.
“I’m going to expose your little scam in front of the entire school tomorrow.”
A casual gesture to his imposing friends followed as Brian took a step backward.
“Enjoy your last night in that house, Megan.”
The group walked away, laughing as they left Dan trembling against the metal bin.
Megan wrapped her arms protectively around her brother.
Hot tears stung the corners of her eyes.
Heavy footsteps crunched on the loose gravel behind them.
Tyler stood a few feet away, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were completely white.
He had heard every single word.
That night, Megan paced the worn, faded carpet of her small bedroom.
The contest results would be announced during the mandatory morning assembly.
If Brian leaked the fake relationship contract, she would be disqualified instantly.
The prize money would vanish like smoke.
Her mother would be heartbroken and homeless.
A soft, rhythmic knock tapped against her windowpane.
Megan jumped in terror, pulling back the cheap floral curtains.
Tyler sat balanced effortlessly on the sturdy oak branch outside her window.
He pushed the glass pane up and slipped gracefully into the room.
“What are you doing here?”
Megan checked her locked bedroom door in a panic.
“Your mom let me in downstairs.”
He casually brushed bark off his jeans.
The boy settled onto the edge of her narrow, squeaky bed.
“She thinks I’m an incredibly polite young man.”
Megan buried her face in her trembling hands.
“This is a complete disaster.”
She dropped her hands to her sides, her shoulders slumping in defeat.
“Brian knows about the fake relationship.”
Tyler picked up a worn stuffed bear from her pillow.
The stuffed animal flew casually from hand to hand.
“I know.”
His voice remained completely calm, devoid of any panic.
“We’re going to get ahead of it.”
Megan stared at him, her eyes wide with disbelief.
“How?”
Tyler pulled a folded, familiar piece of paper from the inner pocket of his leather jacket.
It was their handwritten contract.
“We rip it up.”
A strong hand offered the crisp paper out to her.
“We go up on that stage tomorrow and tell everyone the truth.”
Her lungs seized up completely.
“If we tell the truth, we forfeit the prize money.”
She backed away from the bed until her shoulders hit the closet door.
“I need that money to save Dan.”
Tyler stood up, slowly closing the distance between them.
“I already took care of Dan’s debt.”
The small bedroom seemed to tilt violently.
“What?”
Tyler pulled a stamped bank receipt from his front pocket.
The slip of paper fluttered gently onto her cluttered desk.
“I went to Brian’s house an hour ago.”
His jaw tightened dangerously at the memory of the visit.
“I paid the principal and the extortionate interest.”
Megan stared blankly at the printed numbers on the receipt.
It was a staggering, impossible amount of money.
“Why would you do that?”
Thick tears finally spilled over her eyelashes.
“You owe me absolutely nothing.”
Tyler reached out, his calloused thumb gently wiping a tear from her soft cheek.
“I owed you a lot more than money.”
He let his hand drop to his side.
“My flight to Italy leaves tomorrow at five.”
The news hit her like a physical, suffocating blow.
“You got into the elite program?”
He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.
“I’ve known for two entire months.”
Megan’s mind scrambled desperately to make sense of the conflicting timeline.
“Then why did you agree to the stupid contest?”
Tyler stepped back toward the open window.
“I wanted an excuse to hold your hand.”
A long leg swung effortlessly over the wooden sill.
“See you at the assembly, Megan.”
He vanished into the dark night before she could say another word.
Megan collapsed onto her messy bed.
She pulled her damp pillow tightly against her chest.
Her hand brushed against a small, forgotten object wedged deeply between the mattress and the wall.
Fingers pinched the item free from the dust.
It was a faded, worn yellow daisy scrunchie.
Tyler must have dropped it when he sat on the bed.
Megan stared at the frayed, cheap fabric.
A distant memory struck her with the devastating force of a runaway freight train.
Four years ago.
Freshman year summer training camp.
She had been walking alone behind the dark, locked athletic center after a late student council meeting.
There, an older boy had been bleeding heavily from a deep, jagged cut on his forearm.
He had shattered a thick glass door in a blind fit of competitive rage.
Megan had used her favorite yellow daisy scrunchie to bind the terrifying wound.
The two of them had waited in the pitch darkness until the heavy bleeding finally stopped.
The boy had stubbornly refused to give his name.
A heavy, brooding silence had settled between them in the humid summer air.
He had simply accepted her help with a stiff, tense jaw.
The thick shadows had completely obscured his face.
But she had distinctly remembered the sharp scent of cedar and ozone lingering on his clothes.
The lie detector test echoed loudly in her ears.
‘That summer night four years ago.’
Tyler was the bleeding boy in the dark.
He had kept her cheap scrunchie for four entire years.
A choked, painful sob escaped her tight throat.
He had loved her the entire time.
The massive school auditorium buzzed with chaotic, restless energy the next morning.
Bright banners for the Campus Couple Popularity Contest hung proudly from the high rafters.
Megan stood nervously backstage, clutching the faded yellow scrunchie in her sweaty palm.
Tyler stood a few feet away, his expression completely unreadable and closed off.
He wore a crisp, tailored black suit that made him look like a handsome stranger.
The aging principal tapped the microphone, sending sharp feedback screeching through the large speakers.
“And the clear winners of this year’s contest are…”
The principal opened the gaudy golden envelope with frustrating slowness.
“Megan and Tyler!”
The massive crowd erupted into deafening cheers and applause.
Megan took a deep, shaky breath, stepping out from behind the heavy velvet curtain.
Tyler walked silently beside her, keeping a polite, respectful distance.
They reached the center of the brightly lit stage.
Before the principal could hand over the oversized novelty check, the sound system shrieked in protest.
Brian marched aggressively down the center aisle, gripping a stolen microphone.
Heather trailed closely behind him, waving a thick stack of freshly printed papers.
“Stop the ceremony!”
Brian’s voice echoed menacingly through the room.
The packed auditorium fell completely dead silent.
“This whole perfect relationship is a pathetic scam.”
Brian pointed an accusing, trembling finger at the brightly lit stage.
“They signed a fake dating contract in the school library.”
Heather began passing the printed evidence to the shocked students in the front row.
“She begged him to fake it just for the prize money.”
Loud gasps rippled through the densely packed student body.
The principal frowned deeply, lowering the giant cardboard check.
Brian smirked victoriously, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Kick the manipulative liar off the stage.”
Tyler stepped forward calmly.
He took the microphone gently from the bewildered principal’s hands.
“Brian is absolutely right.”
Tyler’s deep voice boomed through the high-quality speakers.
Megan flinched visibly under the harsh lights.
“We did sign a contract.”
Angry whispers broke out across the massive room.
“Megan asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend to save her family.”
Tyler looked down at the sea of faces.
His intense gaze swept over the crowd of judgmental teenagers.
“But the piece of paper was the only fake part of this.”
His broad shoulders turned slowly to face Megan.
“I agreed to the ridiculous terms because I’ve been completely in love with her since freshman year.”
The entire auditorium went perfectly, breathlessly still.
Brian’s arrogant smirk faltered and died.
“I used the contract as a selfish excuse to finally be near her.”
Tyler continued, his voice thick with emotion.
His dark, expressive eyes held Megan’s completely captive.
“But I’m totally done pretending.”
He dropped the heavy microphone.
It hit the hollow wooden stage with a loud, final thud.
“We forfeit the prize.”
Tyler projected the words loudly without any amplification.
He walked purposefully off the stage, disappearing quickly behind the heavy velvet curtain.
Megan stood frozen under the glaring, hot stage lights.
A triumphant laugh erupted from Brian, breaking the heavy silence.
“Told you she was a fake!”
The cruel spell finally broke.
Megan ignored the whispering crowd, the confused principal, and the giant worthless check.
She ran.
Her feet pounded off the wooden stage before bursting violently through the metal backstage doors.
The long tiled hallway was completely empty.
Tyler was already gone.
She checked her cracked phone screen with shaking hands.
It was four o’clock precisely.
His international flight left at five.
Megan bolted out the heavy front doors of the school building.
Frantic hands yanked open the door of her beat-up sedan before jamming the bent key into the ignition.
The old engine sputtered weakly before roaring to life.
She slammed her foot heavily on the gas pedal.
The tires squealed loudly against the dry asphalt as the sedan lurched violently forward.
Panic clawed mercilessly at her throat with every passing second.
She navigated the winding campus exit roads with reckless abandon.
A harsh glare from the descending sun blinded her momentarily through the dirty windshield.
She threw a hand up to shield her eyes, desperate to shave minutes off the agonizing drive.
The highway traffic was a complete nightmare of glaring red brake lights.
A massive semi-truck had jackknifed dangerously across three busy lanes.
Megan pounded her bruised fists aggressively against the leather steering wheel.
The digital clock on the dusty dashboard blinked four-forty-five.
She grabbed her phone and dialed Tyler’s memorized number.
It went straight to his automated voicemail.
“Tyler, it’s Megan.”
Hot tears streamed down her flushed face, blurring the dirty windshield.
“Please don’t get on that plane.”
A rough sleeve scrubbed desperately at her swollen eyes.
“I know about the scrunchie.”
An angry horn blared somewhere directly behind her car.
“I know it was you bleeding in the dark four years ago.”
Her voice cracked painfully.
“I love you.”
A thumb hit end call before dropping the phone carelessly onto the passenger seat.
The digital clock ticked over to five o’clock.
She was entirely too late.
The stalled traffic finally began to move, but the frantic urgency had completely bled out of her.
The beat-up sedan crawled slowly back to the school campus in a numb, hollow daze.
The large parking lot was mostly empty now.
The setting sun cast long, dramatic orange shadows across the cracked concrete.
Megan wandered aimlessly toward the athletic center.
Her tired feet carried her to the fencing arena out of pure, heartbroken muscle memory.
A tired groan escaped her lips while pushing open the heavy double doors.
The massive room was silent and completely dark.
A single overhead spotlight illuminated the center of the raised fencing piste.
A tall, familiar figure stood casually in the bright circle of light.
Megan’s breath caught sharply in her tight throat.
Tyler stood there, a silver fencing foil resting casually against his broad shoulder.
He wore his normal civilian clothes, a heavy canvas duffel bag dropped unceremoniously by his boots.
Megan walked slowly down the metal bleacher stairs.
Her quiet footsteps echoed loudly in the cavernous, empty space.
“You missed your flight.”
Her voice trembled uncontrollably.
Tyler turned slowly to face her.
A small, genuine smile tugged at the corner of his handsome mouth.
“I heard a rumor about a desperate girl stuck in a massive traffic jam.”
A careless flick of his wrist tossed the expensive foil aside.
It clattered loudly against the metal floor grate.
“She sounded pretty upset on my voicemail.”
Megan crossed the final, agonizing distance between them.
She stopped mere inches from his chest.
“She was terrified you were gone forever.”
Tyler reached out, gently cupping her tear-stained face in his large hands.
His thumb brushed away a dried tear track with infinite care.
“I’ve waited four long years for you to finally notice me.”
His dark eyes softened completely, dropping all his usual defenses.
“I wasn’t going to leave without saying a proper goodbye.”
Megan reached desperately into her jacket pocket.
She pulled out the faded, frayed yellow daisy scrunchie.
She grabbed his strong wrist and slipped the elastic gently over his hand.
“No more goodbyes.”
She looked up directly into his dark, waiting eyes.
“No more contracts.”
Tyler let out a soft, breathless laugh of pure relief.
He wrapped his strong arms tightly around her narrow waist.
He pulled her flush against his solid chest.
“Just you and me.”
His words were soft and incredibly close.
His lips crashed down fiercely onto hers.
The passionate kiss held no fake performance, no judging audience, and absolutely no hesitation.
A rush of warmth flooded her entire body, chasing away the bone-deep chill of the long, terrifying afternoon.
She tasted salt from her own tears and the familiar flavor of his peppermint gum.
His strong hands traced the line of her spine, pulling her impossibly closer.
It was a silent promise forged in the quiet darkness of the empty arena.
Megan tangled her shaking hands deeply in his dark hair.
She finally felt the absolute, undeniable truth of the green light.
He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead gently against hers.
Ragged breaths echoed loudly in the cavernous space between them.
Tyler’s arms held her tightly, like she was the only secure anchor keeping him tethered to the earth.
The yellow scrunchie stood out starkly against the dark leather of his jacket.
It was a small, quiet symbol of a debt finally paid in full.
THE END
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