My Geek of a Fake Boyfriend Works for the CIA?

The cafeteria buzzed with the usual cacophony of adolescent chatter, a symphony of chewing, gossip, and the clatter of trays. Ainsley Winters, with her vibrant flame-red hair a beacon in the mundane, scrunched her nose in disdain. This was her personal purgatory, a noisy arena where social predators stalked their prey. She clutched her tray, eyes scanning the unappetizing options, her thoughts briefly flickering to Rosemary, her tear-streaked friend.
Suddenly, a jarring bump sent her stumbling. "Watch it! You totally almost ruined my new Jimmy Choos!" A nasally shriek cut through the din, silencing the cafeteria like a dropped pin. Ainsley rolled her eyes, recognizing the dramatic wail of Christina De LaCortez. The girl stood there, brandishing a closed water bottle as if it were a deadly weapon.
"It's a pity I didn't," Ainsley gritted out, pushing past her, searching for an escape, a quiet table. But Christina's shrill voice followed her, a venomous hiss: "You are such a BITCH!" Ainsley whipped around, fed up with the theatrics, and slowly walked back, a dangerous glint in her eyes.
