The Perfectly Awkward Side

Fabian has never had a girlfriend. Actually, he's been more on the awkward side of, erm, the manliness scale. He actually quite likes it there. His books, his essay papers, the cute girl that always comes to the library with her friends...

Baylee is considered the hottest item around. She's the perfect image of a hot American teenager. Blonde, dumb, and she has the body. Sadly for all the other boys in school, she's taken by the school's biggest jerk: Andy Wilson. However, maybe their relationship isn't as society thinks it to be. Maybe the things that happen behind the scenes leave Baylee hurt, and questioning.

Find out more if you read!


7. Chapter 7: Fabian

"Ready?" Baylee swung into the front seat of her car. "Hanna, you sit in back, we'll put Fabian in front."

Hanna scuffed, but obliged and slid into the back seat. Baylee had a red convertible, the type you would expect from a pretty girl like her. She now had the top up, as it was still January, and we lived in the UK. I sat on my hands to resist the urge to wipe all the makeup off my face. They had styled my hair, put in colored contacts, dressed me up, and worked on my posture and my walk.

I could now say I had been trained to look and act like a jock. Score Fabian: -1.

Baylee backed out of her driveway. "We need to go over your story one more time, Fabs." She started, once we had gotten onto the road.

"Okay." I responded. She looked gorgeous too. Her hair was straight, and her dress was sparkly and black, plus is showed plenty of leg. If I had to use one word to describe her sitting in the seat next to me, it was sexy.

"Alright. So you're Hanna's cousin," She began and I nodded. I watched Hanna sigh and rest her head against the window. "and your name is Rob," I bit my lip but still nodded. "and you play football," She paused. "Erm, American football and your football." She corrected, though I wasn't confused. Her American lingo was actually quite interesting. "And you moved here from..." She wrinkled her nose. "What's a British town?"

"Bristol." Hanna suggested, finally speaking up.

"Yeah, Bristol." Baylee smiled at our cover story. "Sound good?"

I nodded. "But why the fake identity?" I asked. I liked being Fabian. It was a good look on me.

"We want girls to like you, Fabian. At first I only did this for Hanna, but now you've become almost like a..." She snapped her fingers, trying to find the right word to use. "Like a charity project." She finished.

I reclined in my chair. "Charity project.." I muttered, and looked out the window. A short distance away, I could see lights flashing in the darkness, party lights. There was loud music, and the garage door to the house was open.

"Here!" Baylee announced and parked on the side of the road. "C'mon!" She jumped out of the car and scurried as best as she could in her heels. Hanna trailed behind her, the obedient best friend she was. They disappeared into the house, leaving me alone.

I was then left alone, as I was used to. I walked slowly, and stuck my hands in my pockets. I knew coming to this party was a bad idea. I was going to be beat up. It was all just a lie, they didn't actually want to help me. I pulled open the door to the house. It was probably all just a set up, they didn't really care..


I turned to face the voice. Behind me stood a girl in red heels wearing a sleek silver dress. It was tight fitting and she was very attractive. Perspiration trickled down my forehead and I did my best to wipe it away without wiping off the makeup.

"I'm Angie." She said, holding out her hand. She moved closer to me and her hair tickled my neck. "And you are?" Her breath was warm on my neck.

I exhaled and grabbed her by the waist. "Does it matter?"

She smirked and kissed my neck. "Not really."

I smiled to myself. Where had this confidence come from? I was not Fabian... Then I had my epiphany. Fabian didn't get the girls, but Rob did.

I brushed a loose strand of hair out of Angie's face. "I'm Rob." She smiled devilish-like at my confession. "But if we're going to continue this," I gestured at my hands wrapped tightly around her waist. "I think we had better go somewhere that we can, ah, be more comfortable." I winked and she bit her lip seductively, turning me on majorly.

"Agreed." She smiled and grasped my hand. "C'mon." She led me up the stairs and I couldn't help but notice all of the winks and waves I was getting from other girls. All of them were way out of Fabian's league, but I had to keep reminding myself, here I wasn't Fabian, I was Rob.

Angie led me into a room. "Shut the door." She commanded, and I did.

But then, I thought as the light from the hallway disappeared from behind the door, maybe being Rob was a better person to be. Maybe I should just say goodbye to Fabian.

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