A/N: Welcome to Part 2 of My Fake Boyfriend! Those of you who are new to this story, I'll make it easy on you. YOU WON'T UNDERSTAND UNLESS YOU READ my fake boyfriend FIRST! As I said this is the sequel to that story. So, thank you to my readers who found their way to this new story.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! I only wished I owned Adrian. X] But a writer can only dream. *sigh*


Sydney's POV

I stood in the middle of his room, wrapped in my blanket with tears threatening to come out, but I held them back. Adrian had been gone for 2 weeks and 3 days, and I have missed him even ore with each passing day. His stuff was still here because he didn't have time to grab anything after his and dad's blow out. Even his bed was still unmade from that day.

I walked over to his closet and pulled out one of his shirts. It was a dark navy blue dress shirt that he had worn often. I brought it to my chest, thinking of him. The shirt was cold, but it still smelt like him; smoky from the cigarettes, but sweet like vanilla.

"Sydney?" I heard my mom's voice from the door. I slowly looked up at her to find a sympathetic look on her face.

"Get ready for school, honey." She said.

"But," I began, but she shook her head.

"Your father will not touch a single thing. I banned him from ever entering this room." She promised.

Dad might rule over everything, but mom ruled over the house that he barely ever lived in. So when she banned someone from a room, you respect it. So I knew mom's word was good. It has been since I went back to school.

"Do you want me to take you to school again?" she asked. I sighed and put Adrian's shirt back.

"No. I'll drive myself."

"You sure?" she asked and I responded with a nod. She smiled and walked towards me, bringing me into a hug.

"Smile, don't let you father's stupid mistakes get to you."

I nodded and kissed her cheek before leaving and getting ready for school.

When I got to school the sky reflected my inner emotions. They were dark, cloudy, and ready to explode. I walked into the building hearing the immediate chatter of my fellow students, but then I heard some of the chatter.

"Yeah, that's what I heard."

"I don't know whether to be sorry for her, or completely disgusted."

I walked towards my locker in a hurry. What was going on? I opened my locker to exchange my books, and I saw Kristin and Julia walking up to me, concerned looks on their faces. I sighed and shut my locker turning towards them. I knew what they were going to ask me, just by their frivolous expressions.

"What is it?" I asked before they said anything. They shared a look before looking back at me.

"So you know how everyone thinks that you and Adrian broke up?" Julia asked. I nodded, trying to hold back from rolling my eyes.

"So?"

"Well, everyone is saying that he broke up with you because you got…" Kristin paused, not able to say it. I looked at her, waiting for her to say it.

"God," Julia let out. "Everyone thinks that you have an STD, and that's why Adrian left you." She said bluntly. I stared at the two of the blankly.

"W-what?" I shouted, completely taken off guard. "How is that – why would – what?" I shouted.

"Chill Sydney, not so loud." Kristin said, grabbing my arm and trying to calm me down.

"Who would have started these rumors?" I asked.

"Who else?" Julia said, glaring down the hall.

Kristin and I looked down that way only to find the two people who should have been an obviously guilty to my demise. Keith had Laurel boxed in between his arms as she leaned against the lockers. They were smiling and laughing at each other. Laurel had her hand pressed up against Keith's chest, while the other one twirled her red hair around her finger.

"Son of a bitch." I let out.

My friends looked at me surprised that I actually swore. Before any of us could do anything else the bell rang for class. Kristin and Julia walked down the hall while I turned around and walked the other way, passing Keith and Laurel.

I sat in my desk, setting my notebook and stuff at the corner of my desk. I looked up for the teacher but found we had a substitute instead. I sighed in relief. It would be an easy first period today. Thank God.

"Hey, Sydney." I heard someone say. I looked up to find Trey Juarez standing in front of my desk, two cups of coffee in his hands.

"Hey Trey." I reply, trying for a smile.

"Here" He said, setting down one of the coffees on my desk.

"What's this for?" I asked, smiling for real.

"You've had a rough few weeks. You deserve a drink." He smirked. I nodded and giggled a little.

"Thanks, Trey. I owe you one." I said, wrapping my fingers around the cup, the heart warming up my cold fingers instantly.

"No need to owe me. Just think of it as a friendly favor." He said. I nodded.

"Still. Thanks." I said. He nodded and walked towards his desk that was two seats behind me, and one row over. I took a sip of the coffee aware of all the stares I was getting. I ignored them and enjoyed my coffee.

The class, as expected, was easy-going. Not much else happened through the day. I got a more clear idea on what the rumors were saying about me. There wasn't anything I could do. No one would believe the truth anyway.

I drove home wanting nothing but to crawl into bed and drift off to sleep, but when I got there I found a stranger walking out of the house with a suitcase. I parked quickly and ran up to the door, where my dad stood watching the guy walk away. I didn't get a good feeling about the smug look in my father's eyes.

"Who is that?" I asked. He looked at me and shrugged.

"Wouldn't know. Adrian sent him over to come and get his things." He explained.

"What?" I asked in shock, looking back to the guy who was now climbing into his car.

Thinking quickly, I ran towards the car to try to figure out who he was, and anything about Adrian.

"Sydney." My father called but I ignored him.

"Excuse me." I shouted at the guy, but he shut the door and started his car. "Wait a minute." I said, reaching his door. Before I could say another word he drove off, leaving me standing there baffled. Who was he, and where was Adrian?

I turn back to the house, depressed more than ever. I walked up towards my room, only to find dad following me. I didn't want to talk to him, and I didn't want to look at him. But he followed me to my room.

"Sydney, understand that I'm protecting you, not hurting you." He said. I didn't want to listen to him.

"He isn't what he says he is. He's a monster and you should have never let him lead you to believe that he wasn't." he added. His words were just adding onto my angered fire.

"I should have been here to prevent this. If I were here then this would have never happened." He continued. My hands balled into fists, and I stopped moving.

"Trust me Sydney; you're better off without him." I spun around on him, angry beyond possible.

"I don't trust you!" I shouted, making him take a step back in shock. "I can't believe you would do this to me. Protecting me is hurting me! No matter how you look at it, you're the reason behind the misery that is now my life!" I shouted. Dad looked at me shocked for a few seconds, but then returned with pure anger in his voice.

"Do not yell at me, young lady! You brought this on yourself. You should have never gotten involved with him in the first place!" he shot back. "He is dangerous, and it's a good thing he's gone!"

"How would you even know? Why do you keep talking about Adrian as if you know him?" I shouted, defying his order not to.

"I know his kind, and I will not have you parading around with him!"

"You can't judge him by his looks! You didn't even give him a chance!"

"I don't need to! That's why I have to protect you from him." I stared at my father feeling anger, hate, and confusion.

"How do you know Adrian?" I asked. He just looked at me, almost as if he were searching for an answer.

"I had to do some business with his family, that's how I know him." He answered. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"And?"

"And I know what he's really like. He is not someone I want you to be with."

"What's so bad about him?" I asked.

"He is dangerous, and a monster, not to mention plentiful with the ladies."

"Oh, God forbid he's a ladies man." I say, rolling my eyes.

"He is not to be trusted!" dad shouted. I glared at him, tired of this already.

"Right now, the only one that I don't trust here is you." With that I turned into my room and locked it so I wouldn't have to put up with him for the rest of the night.


A/N: How was that for the first chapter? Pretty good eh? If I do say so myself. Anyway, leave me a review and make sure to follow this story. The more reviews the faster the update. :)

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