Fake Dating The Bad Boy For Revenge. 18+ novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW.

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I watched on the sidelines with my hands in my pockets. The cameras clicked and flashed at every turn, while the hall buzzed to life with each second that

passed by. The national debate wasn’t supposed to be just any event; it was Sloane’s ticket to being placed on the map. I understood why she was so

worried.

She had too much riding on this, and all I could do was stand by her side and provide as much support as I could.

I waited for her to finish in the bathroom. Since she left it, I didn’t bother going to her. She needed space, and I would give it to her.

However, my chest flared with something I could not recognize. I looked around, my shoulders tense for some reason, as I waited for Sloane to walk back to

Something wasn’t right…I just didn’t know what it was yet.

The crowd buzzed to life as the moderator spoke, but all I could feel was tense. The hair on the back of my neck rose as I looked around the hall for

whatever made me feel this way.

After some time, the moderator announced a cooking competition, a shift in the original plan that even I did not know about.

What the hell is going on?

“A cooking competition? That’s odd…why would that even be considered? The stage has been set for a debate.” Killian muttered beside me.

“I know. Something’s not right.”

I pulled my phone out and shot Sloane a text.

‘Hey, there’s an update. It’s no longer a debate; it’s now a cooking competition, but you’ve got this. No one can beat you, not even at cooking, baby. I’m here

for you. Feeling better now. Baby?”

The text read was delivered, but there was no response.

“Ah..where is Sloane Bishops?” The moderator asked, calling her name again. I watched with furrowed brows as I looked around the hall. For some reason,

my eyes locked in on Roxanne.

She stared at me with a snide smirk…and it unsettled me.

“Where is Sloane?” Cassian whispered, putting his book down for the first time i forever.

“Everyone, go check, Search the entire school if you have to.” I ordered and got. We each went our separate ways, as my legs pushed me hard towards

finding my girl.

I could not shake the uneasy feeling…all my mind screamed at me was that something was fucking wrong, and Sloane needed me.

Before I could turn to the other side of school, her voice stopped me in my track)

“Lucien!” Roxanne called from behind me.

I turned to stare at her, and for some reason, all I could see was that same smirk on her face. It was like she knew something none of us did.

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Chapter 117

“What do you want?”

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“Nothing. Just wanted to ask where you’re going?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” I said, standing still. I wanted to pay a mind game with her, because I knew Roxanne like the back of my hand. She has done something. That smirk on her face betrays her, the way she’s smiling like all she wants to do is laugh hysterically…it hints at something….something I have a feeling I’ll fucking hate.

“Why do you even like her that much? She isn’t better than me. I mean… she’s plain, she’s boring, hell, I bet she can’t get you off as I did.” Her smug smirk is back on her face, but all I can think of is how she dares compare herself to Sloane.

My Sloane.

“Don’t you dare. The only good thing about you, while I had you warm my cock, was your inability to have a fucking gag reflex. But you’re passed around, aren’t you?” I chuckled at the sight of her smug smirk disappearing. “You know, ‘s a fucking joke among the guys, about how every guy on both the hockey team, the lacrosse team, and the fucking football team has had turns with you.”

I stopped in front of her and whispered;

“Must be hard to be a fucking beacon of chlamydia and every damn sexually transmitted disease known to man. Ah!” I hissed, backing away sharply. “Don’t touch me. I might get contaminated.”

“How dare you?!” She screeched like a banshee, charging at me with her fists to my chest, but before she could touch me, I moved away from her. The abrupt way I moved made her fall to her face.

She spat the grass out before huffing and puffing like she would blow the house down. “Sloane will never win! I made sure of it. She won’t even get here in time! I hope she chokes on toilet water.” She screeches and laughs manically.

Bingo.

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