My Fake Boyfriend Is the School Bad Boy novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167 She Leaked The Fake Contract

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He tilted his head. He aimed his mouth toward mine. The magnetic pull demanded the collision. I parted my lips, ready to surrender the

rest of my soul in his quiet room.

A harsh, sharp noise shattered the quiet.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

The vibration came from the floor. My canvas backpack sat near the heavy oak door. The sound echoed against the hardwood.

Ryder stopped. He pulled his face back an inch. We both looked toward the bag.

The phone stopped. A second of silence passed.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

The notifications arrived in a rapid, chaotic swarm. The constant noise sounded like angry bees trapped in the canvas fabric. It did not sound like a single text message. It sounded like an emergency.

A cold spike of dread pierced the center of my stomach. The warm cocoon of Ryder’s room evaporated.

“Who is calling you?” he asked. The protective edge returned to his tone.

“I do not know.”

I pulled away from his touch. The loss of his body heat left me shivering. I walked across the bedroom. I knelt beside the heavy canvas bag. I unzipped the front pocket. The illuminated screen of my cell phone cast a harsh blue glare against the dark fabric.

I pulled the device out.

The lock screen overflowed with notification banners. They stacked on top of each other, pushing the older messages out of view. The numbers climbed with terrifying speed. Ten new messages. Twenty. Fifty.

They all originated from the same source.

Crestview Class of ’26

The massive senior group chat. Over three hundred affluent students shared the digital space. They used it to announce weekend parties, share homework answers, and spread toxic gossip. I avoided the chat. I kept the notifications muted.

The chat bypassed the mute setting. People tagged my specific phone number. They tagged Ryder’s number.

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I swiped the screen to unlock the phone. I tapped the green messaging icon.

The group chat opened.

A high-resolution photograph filled the display.

The image showed a folded square of college-ruled paper. The blue ink handwriting covered the lines. The camera flash highlighted the specific clauses we drafted in the chemistry lab. The clause about public affection. The clause about maintaining distance in the B-wing. The explicit agreement to deceive Principal Miller regarding the parking lot fight to prevent an expulsion.

At the bottom of the page, two signatures sat exposed for the entire senior class to read.

My signature. His signature.

Beneath the photograph, a single text message sat anchored to the image.

Chloe Vance: Look at the charity case and the delinquent. The biggest scam in Crestview history. The relationship is fake. The contract is real.

The text messages below her announcement blurred into a chaotic, scrolling waterfall of judgment.

Trent Lawson: I knew it! I told everyone he was paying her!

Harper Vance: She is pathetic. A literal transaction.

Student 45: Wait, they lied to Miller? Steinmann is gone.

Student 89: Imagine needing a contract to get a date. Tragic.

The phone vibrated in my palm, a continuous, stinging shock. The battery drained as the servers struggled to process the massive influx of data. The entire school knew. The affluent elite possessed the proof. They tore the midnight silk armor to shreds. They laughed at the girl from the East Side. They saw the transaction. They did not see the truth. They did not see the terrace or the four years of quiet devotion. They saw a scam.

My lungs constricted. The oxygen left the room.

I stared at the screen. The betrayal felt like a knife twisting between my ribs.

I surrendered my entire existence for this boy. I sat in those classrooms. I wrote the wrong equations. I broke my own heart and dismantled my perfect transcript to satisfy her demand. I handed her the Valedictorian rank to keep this exact photograph hidden in the dark. I paid the extortion price. I gave her the medical school scholarship.

She took the payment. She burned the bridge anyway.

Chloe did not wait until the end of the week. She did not wait for the teachers to grade the ruined midterms. She craved the destruction.

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She wanted the title, and she wanted the public humiliation. She wanted to watch my world collapse in real time.

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