He Loved My Fake Self Chapter 08

He Loved My Fake Self Chapter 08

After that night, Jolene and Peyton’s relationship went full-blown public spectacle.

Even kids from the neighboring college knew the ice prince had been conquered.

The stone-cold loner who never gave anyone the time of day was suddenly soft and doting with his girlfriend.

Jolene basked in it, too swept up in the whirlwind to bother maintaining our friendship.

I threw myself into every club I could find, trying to bury the whole thing under a mountain of work.

Until the night I came back to the dorms and spotted two figures tangled together near the entrance.

I meant to walk straight past.

Then I heard his voice. Confused.

“Baby, don’t be mad. Why would I ever like Clover? I have boundaries. I don’t even have female friends-”

“I just hate knowing she had a thing for my boyfriend, okay?” Jolene pushed away from him, pouty.

“And we live in the same dorm. You come see me, you keep running into her. Maybe I should just move in

with you-”

“That’s not fair to you.” Peyton’s brow furrowed. “For an entire year, you were too shy to even show me the

real you. Now you’re rushing into this?”

He took a breath, voice measured and patient.

“You’re a girl. Moving in together before graduation isn’t right for you. I want to do this properly. We have

time. There’s no rush. Right?”

Leaves rustled overhead. His voice cut clean through the night air.

Then he spoke again, slow and deliberate.

“I do have a friend who’s single. Looks-wise, no complaints. But he’s got an attitude. Kind of arrogant. A little

rough around the edges. Wonder if Clover could catch his eye.”

Jolene forced a laugh. “Yeah. Sure. Good idea. I’ll tell her when I get back. She’ll be thrilled.”