In Love With My Fake Date

Chapter 1: A Home That Doesn’t Actually Feel Like Home

Ariana’s Pov

It was another day in the Blake mansion, the mansion that looked like it belonged in a magazine cover, the same mansion people never stopped talking about, the mansion that reached top 10 most exquisite houses in the state, everyone loved it except me.

Polished with marble floors, glittering chandeliers and endless hallways where you could probably get lost if you weren’t careful, the mansion looked like paradise but it wasn’t.

Don’t get me wrong, people would kill to live here but Me? I’d trade it in a jiffy.

Why? Because it had everything you could ever wish for except love, yes, love is what it didnt have.

When you’re not born a Blake, you would never get the love you desire.

I slid out of my ridiculously giant soft bed and caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror.

Typical me, scattered hair, puffy eyes and a face that didn’t look like I was raised with wealth rather a girl picked up and managed by some strangers.

I pulled out my uniform from the drawer and headed to the bathroom. I was attending a new school today and it wasn’t just the new school that made me feel at ease bur the fact that I could start a new beginning at a different environment even though I planned on staying to myself but at least it would be somewhere new.

By the time I made it downstairs, Samantha and Tyler were already at the long dining table, sipping orange juice like they were in a commercial advertisement. Samantha didn’t even wait a full second before smirking at me.

“Well well well, look who decided to join the family this morning, if it isn’t Ariana, the ugly looking girl.”

Tyler laughed. “Family? Please sister don’t flatter her. She’s more like…you know… a charity case that never left.” He replied as they both laughed out loud.

I tried to ignore and forced a smile, I mean this isn’t the first time they’re teasing me, I wasn’t really bothered.

I took my sit across from them. “Um…Good morning to you too. Your personalities are really glowing today.”

Samantha rolled her eyes. “You know, you can dress up in that fancy uniform all you want, Ariana but everyone at school is going to know you’re not one of us, because well…you don’t look like one of us.” She said bursting into laughter.

I really never found any of their silly jokes funny, I couldn’t even understand why they laughed…possibly their brains could be as fried up as their terrible grades that’s why they see it funny.

“Good,” I shot back trying to have my breakfast. “You know I’d hate to ruin your perfect reputation.”

Before Samantha could snap something worse, Mr. Blake cleared his throat, a signal for us to behave.

Mr and Mrs. Blake were at the head of the table, perfectly dressed in a classy suits and dress like they were headed to some board meeting instead of breakfast.

“That’s enough. Ariana, You don’t get to talk back at your siblings recklessly” Mr Blake spoke, his voice loud but calm.

“What? But they started” I tried to explain but he cut off me off without looking.

“Look child, You know the terms and condition, we’re spending millions on you, you better be on some good behavior, don’t carry this same attitude to your new school, this is your last chance. We are paying for this new school because you begged us to. If you get expelled again” Mr Blake said with that cold pauses he always gave anytime he spoke.

“There would be no second chances and I’m afraid you would have to drop out.”

“What?” I muttered beneath my breath.

Mrs. Blake dabbed her lips with a napkin, speaking with her tone softer but no less daring. “We can’t keep cleaning up your messes. Do not embarrass us again.”

I shocked my head and gripped my fork until my knuckles hurt, but I stayed quiet.

Explaining myself in this house was very useless, I was never heard, or even given the opportunity of a fair hearing.

Nobody cared that last time I got expelled wasn’t my even mt fault, one unfortunate day after I read overnight for my exams, a spoilt brat in my class with the heavy and rich last name cheated on her test and dropped the blame on me.

There was CCTV footages of that exams yet everyone threw the evidence like it was nothing just because her father had money.

I got expelled and the spoilt brat? She walked away spotlessly, since that day I vowed to stay away from wealthy people, even my family? They were enough for me to hate the rich. They treated me like an outsider even inside my own home.

When they finally left the dinning, Samantha leaned in with that evil little grin.

“Try not to get expelled before lunch this time.”

Tyler snorted. “Bet she won’t even make it past homeroom.” He replied as they both laughed.

I ignored them, stabbing my pancakes just to annoy them, then pushed my plate away. “Ha real funny, You two should audition for a comedy show. You’d kill it.”

Grabbing my bag, I stood. I was far away from the dinning but I could still hear their laughter following me out of the room.

I was halfway to the front door when I over heard my parents voice drift from the hallway behind me in a low and hushed manner.

“…the deal. It would be another source of wealth and she doesn’t have to know yet.”

“Very smart my husband, very smart.” Mrs Blake chucked.

I tried to understand what they meant by deal and who the “She” was. Before I could lean closer, the car horn blared outside.

The driver was waiting to take me to school.

I glanced back at the voices, then shook my head.

Whatever it was, I didn’t have the energy and definitely not the time to find out about it.

I tightened my grip on my back pack and walked out the door, pretending like I hadn’t heard a thing.

Chapter 2: My First day in school or my first day in hell?

Ariana’s POV

Finally we were here… The Clefford Academy. The school brochure called it a place for tomorrow’s leaders but I called it a runway for spoiled rich kids to actually show thier true characters.

I stepped out of the car inhaling the fresh scent of the flowers, it was a very big school filled with gardens of different flowers. The buildings? They were as almost as tall as the Eiffel towers.

I wouldn’t lie it was anybody’s dream aesthetic school, the only bad thing in it was the people.

I stood at the car park and saw students walked past me.

It was there and then I realized that there was no way I would fit in this school.

I saw girls stroll past in heels that cost more than my monthly allowance, their shinny bags practically screaming designer logos, gucci, ysl, Chanel and all those other classy brands and he