They say fake it ‘til you make it, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
My life is an aesthetic dream: designer clothes, my own apartment, and a hot boyfriend who shares my passion for modeling. The reality is Im stuck wearing a neon green tee at Fancees for discount shoes, my boyfriend is a lying mooch, and people are only willing to pay for pictures of my feet, not my face. The quarterback from high school, Zack, doesnt even recognize me when he comes in. Well, Im not being passed over again. On New Years Eve, I make a resolution to do whats best for me, even if that means dumping my ex, throwing fruit at his sugar mommy, and getting hauled out of the bar by the bouncer, who happens to be Zack. At least now hell remember me. He even offers me a ride home and a warm meal. But that meathead doesnt want my midnight kiss. Hes more interested in a job recommendation for Fancees warehouse. Fine, whatever, have some health insurance.
When my ex starts hounding me at the mall for a second chance, Zack steps in, and for some stupid reason, I claim hes my new boyfriend. The solid wall of muscle should keep my ex at bay. But Zack wants to continue the ruse through Valentines Day to get his family off his back about getting a girlfriend.
Faking it for the cameras is easy. Faking it for his loving family proves a little more complicated. Plus, we work together in more ways than one. But hes a straight-laced guy, and I sell pictures of my feet. Still, part of me believes if I can finally strut my true self in front of him, I might snag the priceless kind of love/life Ive been faking for so long.
