My Fake Boyfriend Is the School Bad Boy novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151 Left On A Cafeteria Table

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A cold, sharp spike of dread pierced the center of my stomach.

The black leather planner held my entire existence. It contained my shift coverages for the diner. It contained my homework deadlines. It

contained my roadmap for the medical school scholarship.

But the dates and the deadlines did not cause the sudden, plunging terror in my chest.

A specific piece of paper rested inside the back pocket of the leather cover. A piece of college-ruled paper folded into a neat, tight square.

The fake dating contract.

We drafted the document in the chemistry lab a month ago. We wrote the strict rules in blue ink. We detailed the exact parameters of the lie. The paper contained the clause about public affection. The paper contained the clause about Ryder’s attendance record. The paper contained the explicit agreement to deceive Principal Miller to prevent Ryder’s expulsion.

We signed our names at the bottom of the page.

The physical proof of our massive deception existed in the real world. It was a ticking bomb. If anyone found that folded square of paper, the illusion shattered. The Crestview elite would realize the entire relationship began as a calculated transaction. They would mock the discovery. Trent Lawson would use the document to destroy my reputation.

Worse, the school administration would read the signatures. Principal Miller would possess the written evidence of a conspiracy. He would enforce the original punishment for the parking lot fight. Ryder would face immediate expulsion. The Steinmann corporate board would intervene. The chaos would swallow us whole.

I pulled my hand out of the canvas bag. I unzipped the smaller front pocket. I shoved my fingers inside. I found a tube of lip balm and a

bus pass. No planner.

“Raisa? Ryder asked. He noticed the sudden, rigid tension in my shoulders. “What is wrong?”

“My planner,” I whispered. My voice sounded thin and hollow. “It is missing.”

“Did you leave it at home?”

“No.” I shook my head. The blood drained from my face, leaving my skin cold and clammy. “I keep it in my bag. I never take it out unless I

am sitting at a desk.

I grabbed the bottom of the canvas bag. I lifted the fabric and dumped the entire contents onto the red vinyl seat.

The heavy biology textbook hit the cushion with a loud thud. The plastic folder slid across the vinyl. The loose pens clattered against each other. The stack of index cards tumbled into a messy pile.

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I stared at the spilled supplies. The worn black leather cover was gone.

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“It is just a notebook, Ryder said. He reached across the table, trying to offer comfort. “We can buy a new one. I will help you recreate the

study schedule.

He did not understand. He did not know the specific location of the contract. He assumed I threw the college-ruled paper into a garbage can weeks ago. I kept the paper because it felt like the only tangible proof of our connection during the cold, distant days. I kept it as a desperate souvenir.

“You do not understand, I choked out. The edges of my vision blurred with rising panic. “The contract. The blue ink. The rules we drafted in the lab. I kept the paper. I folded it and tucked it inside the back pocket of the planner.”

Ryder froze. The warm, relaxed posture vanished. The terrifying reality of the situation hit him with the force of a physical blow. The stakes materialized in the space between us.

“Where did you have the planner last?” he demanded. The rough gravel returned to his tone, carrying a sharp, urgent edge.

I closed my eyes. I forced my racing brain to focus. I rewound the events of the week.

Saturday. Waking up in my room. The bag sat on the floorboards untouched.

Friday. The formal. I left the bag in my bedroom locker. I did not touch the school supplies. I worried about the midnight silk and the

velvet shoes.

Thursday. The cold silence. The B-wing lockers. I kept the bag zipped tight.

Wednesday. The thrift store. The tears. The delivery of the box.

Tuesday. The library session. The emotional distance. I pulled out the chemistry textbook. I did not use the planner.

Monday. The cafeteria.

My eyes snapped open. A fresh wave of nausea hit my stomach. The memory crystallized with brutal, unforgiving clarity.

Monday afternoon. The lunch bell rang. I walked into the cavernous dining hall. The student council sold the silver VIP tickets. I bypassed the loud lines. I found an empty circular table near the back windows. I sat in a blue plastic chair. I pulled the thick biology textbook from my canvas bag.

I pulled the black leather planner out. I rested the worn cover on the plastic table. I opened the pages to check the date of a looming

quiz.

Trent Lawson approached my table. Harper Vance followed him. The cruel mockery started. They attacked my financial status. They weaponized my poverty. They demanded to know how I planned to afford the dance.

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Then, Ryder arrived. The heavy double doors crashed open. The school went silent. He walked down the center aisle. He stood opposite me. He pulled the silver foil tickets from his leather jacket. He dropped them onto the open pages of my biology textbook. The public

confession consumed the room.

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