Ditching Greek | editing

11| Pretend Boyfriend

An ache charged through me when Clyde moved his hands away from me. My eyelashes fluttered open to see a confused look grace his sculpted face.

The first thing I wanted to do when I heard Erica's voice was pretend like it wasn't there. Act as if it was only a hallucination or trick my mind was playing on me. And maybe even pray that Clyde didn't hear it. But from the look on his face, I knew he had must've heard it.

He stepped back, still with the muddle expression written in his frowning eyes, "Who is that?"

Erica's loud banging only intensified, making it impossible for me to even think of a response to Clyde's pending question.

"Nabela," her musical tone sank in between the cracks of the door, "Open the door. It's chilly out here."

"Maybe you've got the wrong address," a different person said. I instantly knew it was my sister. Oh how I wish she hadn't tagged along. I didn't want her to see me like this, acting like this. It was times like these when I wished I was better, for her sake at least.

"Nonsense, Sarah," my father huffed. "Nabela said she lived in this apartment complex. See, the numbers match up."

If jail didn't scare me so much, I'd murder Erica. But I knew if I did hurt her brutally or even killed her, I'd be some lesbians jail bitch the moment I get there.

A second set of hands hitting the door got me out of my self-made jail nightmare and brought me back to reality. A sad reality at best. How the hell was I going to get myself out of this one?

"You need to get out of here." I wrapped my slender fingers over Clyde's wrist and began to relocate in a different part of the apartment. There was no way I could go on doing what we started. I was a screamer, so if this proceeded any longer, I knew my family would catch on quickly what was going on.

By the time we reached the end of the hallway, Clyde shook away from my grasp.

"Tell me what's going on, Nabela."

"Those people behind that door," I pointed down the hall. "Will most likely slaughter me if they see you here. You're not my boyfriend ....and the second they see you, they'll be beyond pissed off. My dad loves Brandon. He treats him like a son. And my little sister calls him her older brother." I wasn't sure why I was telling him all of this, but before I knew it, I was divulging on things that were better left unsaid. "My family really loves him. Even my mom did when Brandon and I were just friends," I stopped to sigh, "As much as I enjoyed those last few moments, I can't let that damage what I've got going." I said the last sentence without much conviction.

The one thing I wanted to say, but didn't, was that despite all the love my family had for my boyfriend, I still wanted Clyde to stay. Stay as long as possible. But I knew that wasn't ever going to happen, even if I didn't have Brandon in my life. Clyde probably had loads of girls following him, fainting at his feet. He didn't seem like the settling type or the boyfriend type.

After I finished what I said, I concentrated my gaze back up to him, "I'm sorry, but you need to hide, or leave or something. You can't stay."

He chuckled. Yes, he chuckled. This wasn't a time for fun and games, and here he was, laughing at my words.

"Good try, but I don't believe you."

"What?" I huffed. "What don't you believe?"

"This whole boyfriend thing. It's a lie, isn't it?"

Now it was my turn to start laughing in his face. This guy was so full of himself to think such a thing.

"What?" I scoffed. "Am I not pretty enough to have a boyfriend or something?"