Chapter Twenty Five

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"You want... in? But—But why?" My head became fuzzy I didn't know what to think. Is he playing with me right now? I didn't have a clue!

"I'm not gone lie, the things you said about me in that book hurt like hell at first. Did I like everything you had to say about me? No. But you pretty much let me know how you felt a long time ago anyway. Sure, you weren't as harsh as in your book... but we're past that now, right? Let me change your mind. Let me prove to you that I'm not what your first impression of me is. I like the way you think when it comes to your work, and I think that your project is genius."

"Uh... yeah I thought so." I stammer. "It was just my first impression of you so... yeah we're past it."

"Great, so I think that now that we both know everything, I can up this to the level we need this to be for our project to pass and be the top scoring project."

"What do you have in mind?" I lean toward him waiting for me to tell me what was going through his head.

"I think that for this project we should be a couple until it's time to turn our projects in. I love your idea of recording the thoughts and responses of what people think of you being with me." I sit back and cross my arms.

"Be a couple? Why can't we continue to be friends? It gets a rise out of everyone anyway."

"Because us being friends isn't stirring the pot up enough to create an entire project off it." He shrugs. I thought I can think outside the box, but this is something I wouldn't have ever dreamed of asking him to do.

"I'm not sure I want to risk my sanity for a project." I shake my head. "They're already on my head when what we are to each other isn't confirmed by you, just wait until you say something." I frown.

"Don't worry about social media, delete it if it bothers you too much. Listen to me Alexandria" He turns in his seat. "This has the potential to be the best senior project in our school's history. No one has ever thought of something like this before, this is like some psychology stuff or something—I don't know but we need to do this." He stresses.

"So... we're just pretending to be together?" I try to clarify.

"That's what I mean by taking it all to the next level, maybe we can get together, like really try things with one another—for the project." He clarifies. "And I can prove to you I'm not that bad you'll see."

"You want me to actually—be your—girlfriend?" I stammer over my words as I try to digest his "business" proposal.

"Think about it, to everyone we'll look like we're in love and on the surface that's fine. But I want us to dig deeper—the psychology part I was mentioning before. I think we should write about not only how it is when others see two people so opposite together thinking they're in love but also about the process of starting to date someone you were completely friends with before. How will our feelings change by doing things that couples typically do with one another?" I've been dreaming about the perfect senior project since this summer and the perfect project is staring me right in the face and I don't know what to do.

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