Fake Dating The Playboy

Aaron Walker wanted me to be his girlfriend? Was this some sort of joke? He was the golden boy, the player, the bad boy. Untouchable school royalty. I couldn't help the cough that arose as I choked on absolutely nothing. "What?" I spluttered out. Aaron raised an elegant eyebrow. I guess he thought my shock was completely misplaced. He smiled slightly, shaking his head, before stepping closer and tapping my back slowly, trying to ease the coughs that splurged awkwardly out my mouth. I caved away slightly from him, coughing into the palm of my hand. Why had he said such an incredulous thing? Perhaps, he was more like Brielle than I had previously thought, making fun of me for sport. "You think you're so funny, don't you? Let's play pranks on the lonely girl. A fun way to start the weekend, huh?" I spat, eying him with disgust. I turned to walk away but was stopped by a warm grip on my forearm. I ignored the warmth arising from the foreign contact and turned back

I spent the first half of the next morning conflicted. Aaron hadn't texted me after leaving my house last night, but I knew he was waiting for my answer. I craved the excitement outside of my lonely life, but I wondered if agreeing to Aaron's plan was setting myself up to get hurt. I went to my mirror and opened my long straight hair that was in a ponytail and let it cascade down my shoulders. I looked at my reflection. My brown hair reached to my petite waist. I was skinny, with little to no curves, but I didn't quite mind it. Each body was, indeed, built differently. I looked back to my heart-shaped face, grimacing at how pale I was. Brown doe eyes stared back at me; so large on my face. What bothered me was that my looks were far too plain: something that blended in with the surroundings and nothing to notice. For a second, I felt a rush of distaste run through my mouth. Why would anyone believe that someone like Aaron Walker wanted to date me? To give me some time

I was a little scared staying over at anyone's house. This was the first time I've done this. Besides, I was a little on the edge. I mean, I didn't even know if Aaron was okay with this. He didn't say anything about being okay with me staying the night. "Excellent!" Sam chirped happily before gesturing to the stairs with a hand. "Well, none of the guest bedrooms are cleaned out yet so I assume you won't mind sleeping in Aaron's room?" she questioned, and I blushed at how direct she was. At this, Aaron took his attention off his phone, which he had spent the previous minutes texting on, and looked at his Mum. "What?" he asked, confusion in his tone and Sam scoffed loudly. "Get off that phone already and show Alexis where she'll be staying," she said with an eye roll. When Aaron didn't get up, she moved over to him and started ushering him out of his seat. "Go on! Show her to your room!" With that, she was off into the kitchen, scrubbing the dishes. I asked her if she ne

It was now Sunday evening and I looked outside the the tint of pale blue in the sky, loving the way the street lights glinted off the houses. I had gone home after that strange encounter with Aaron. I said goodbye to Sam, who had apparently seen the whole thing and gushed about how happy she was that we both were happy. I remember feeling the burning urge to ask her about his mood changes but bit my tongue. His mood changes were none of my business. I had just had to make sure that Sam always saw an illusion of happiness when looking at me and Aaron. But, the truth was anything but. In his bedroom we were both like strangers. There were no smiles, no manners, no nothing. He had wanted someone to act for his mom and, so, I did. That was where my responsibilities ended. We no longer had an obligation towards each other. We wouldn't change our behaviour on behalf of the other. I was the uptight nerd and he was the impulsive playboy. I wasn't stupid enough to think I can be the

Aaron stared back at me with assessing eyes as he traced over my features with a curious glint. His arms were still encircled around my waist and I sucked in a breath as his gaze seared through me. "Quit kissing, you can kiss later, preferably when I'm gone, I wanna get to the fair!" Aaron's friend's whined and, surprisingly, I was glad for the intrusion. I shook my head to gather my sanity and tried my hardest to forget what had just occurred. Aaron laughed in response to his friend, the sound sending chills up my spine. "We weren't kissing. We would have been if you didn't interrupt." He joked, laughter bubbling in his voice as he stepped away and turned to his friend. I blushed at his words, thinking of the moment that had just occurred which was so impromptu and unexpected. It wasn't planned and only happened because of the circumstances and proximity. Get it together, Alexis. His friend then came up to me. Sticking his hand out eagerly in the form of a greeting. I s