So Are We Suppose To Fall In Love Or What?

III

The bickering of thoughts in my mind scramble to find the right words to place what I mean in one sentence.

So here goes nothing;

"The deal is; You finish my homework, assignments, and schoolwork - all of them. Make me summarized notes for me to study for tests and in exchange, you'll be my fake prom date," I state sternly while everyone is busy talking with their seatmates.

"Wow, seems shallow. I'm gonna have to pass - grabbing a girl to make out with in the hallways is easier," he replies, shaking his head, "How about be my fake girlfriend until 4th year, be my prom date, PDA and conceive people in to thinking that were totally in love, or not. You're screwed."

"You're already popular enough and you barely need me to have a relationship with you. Those girls in front almost fainted when you hit the stage," I whisper yell back.

"Babe, my friend from UNI even knows you like damn, how popular are you?" he questions, laughter erupting from my mouth, "Beauty and brains, what more could you ask for and besides, what college do you plan to go to?"

"UNI, Fine arts."

"Same but not sure what course I'm gonna be taking," reaching his hand out for me to shake, "Hey, so deal?"

"Deal," gently accepting it and giving a light shake, thinking who could it possibly hurt? I add, "Let's give it a few weeks, I'll be giving you the schoolwork after school and tell me what you want me to do by then."

"Okay, how are we gonna tell everyone?" he interestingly asks.

"Let's go to prom together and stuff you know - so that it's like not that awkward," I reply back, thinking what else could I do with him.

Ms. Hill continued on discussing about good studying habits and a little avp to go with it as well; the one that looked like it was from an 80's commercial.

I listened very closely, hoping this meeting, once in my life, will actually help me in a way that could improve my standing in life.

Within a millisecond Ms. Hill dismissed us, pretty much everyone is like out the door. I grab my bag only to be grabbed first by Michael who's being extra touchy lately since a while ago.

We were walking down the hallways to the cafeteria and halfway through the crowd of people, he held my hand and pulled me through. There was a stampede around the bulletin board which I happen to have no idea about.

Apparently, the runnings for homecoming king and queen were closed and votings are already open. The three qualified students who were anonymously nominated the highest in number were listed on a sheet of paper posted there.

I push past through the crowd of people, mumbling excuse me's and thank you's as I go by.

And unfortunately, here I am, glancing at my name typewritten second on the paper with Cassie Collins at first and Stacey Robinson at last; I am in between the biggest rivalry of the century raging on since seventh grade where in Cassie Collins' crush asked out Stacey Robinson instead for a little date, which in my opinion is pathetic and cliché.

Unable to hold in my laughter, I burst out into this giggling mess; a hand covering my mouth and the other clutching my stomach in pain - a good one though, earning endless glares from the people around me I barely know and the humiliation to top it all off.

I felt a sudden pull on my hand, dragging me from the sea of people and towards the cafeteria, which I believe is still open for about an hour before dismissal.

"Michael, Michael, I - I'm second o - on the list," I stutter out while my laughter fades away and my breathing becoming even.

"Come on, let's eat. I'm fucking starving," he replies, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear and intertwining my hand with his.