" they'll know we're faking if I'm not kissing or touching my girlfriend, dumbass "
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Miles and Diana. Two best friends ever since child's legs.
With a bit of lies, rich parents, parties and press, everything seem possible, but is it?
One date cont...
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It all started with a bet. A stupid fucking bet that my last year self was stupid enough to do just because she didn't want to let Miles Carter win. Of course I wouldn't back down. Not now, not ever.
Although this stupid bet came to bite my ass a year later. Christmas eve is just around the corner, it being December 20th today means I only have four days to find myself a boyfriend for the Christmas Eve brunch the Morgan family are hosting. Speaking of Morgan's. I wouldn't be in this situation if the one and only Xavier Morgan wouldn't have suggested the bet on last year's brunch. As much as I care about Xavier, I hate him.
I dial Ophelia's number because of stress as I wander across the streets of Manhattan.
"Hello sweetheart" her cheering voice beams through the phone and I let out a quiet whimper of how calm she is. "What's wrong? Still no boyfriend?"
"No. This is going to be the worst Christmas Eve brunch ever" I hear her angel voice chuckle along with a few sounds coming from the other line and I know immediately that she's at the dance studio.
Ophelia Florence, my best friend since childhood. Ever since I can remember she's been doing ballet. We did it together as children but I grew out of it and focused on school and cheerleading more. Ophelia is an incredible dancer. She's graceful and has a natural talent.
"One date with Miles won't hurt, won't it?" She questions and I mentally gag at the thought of actually going out in public with him. I have standards and those standards do not include the word slut in them. I love Miles, he's my best friend and he can do whatever he wants, but if I were to sleep with as many people as he have done I would've been labeled as a whore and slut however, when people look at him they just say he'a a ladies man or a player.
What a great world we live in.
Me, Ophelia, Xavier and Miles have been a great and tight friendship group for our whole life, even when Ophelia and Xavier broke up they ended it on a good note and our bond never broke. But Miles enjoys annoying my ass, he takes pleasure out of it. He knows that both me and Ophelia aren't very fond of how he tosses girls around, he also knows that he wouldn't ever get the chance to do that with us. Out of respect for his best friend Xavier, he never approach Ophelia in a sexual way but he doesn't mind to lay sexual jokes to me.
"Elia, it's Miles Carter. Do I have to say more?" And as if the devil himself heard me, I spot both Xavier and Miles walk around the corner, their eyes lays on me. Xavier smiles while Miles snickers a smirk. "I'll call you back, I have to deal with the devil"
"Okay, say hi to them from me" she beams probably while her leg is stretched over her head.
"I will, good luck at training. Love you"
"Thank you, love you more"
With that we end the call and the two boys are in front of me. As our mothers taught us, I reach forward to greet Xavier in a tight hug as he kisses my cheek softly with a smile.
