chapter 2

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A few days had already passed by and I hadn't heard from Hamzah at all. I haven't even heard anything from Mandy either, but that's because we've both been busy with school.

Anyway, about a week had past since the party, and I was laying in bed scrolling on Instagram. It was super late and I was about to go to sleep when my phone buzzed.

Hey

It was a text from an unsaved number. I tapped on the message and started typing.

Who is this?

I watched as the typing bubble popped up in the corner of my screen. Then a new message:

You really don't know? Were you too drunk to remember me?

I thought for a moment, and then it hit me:

Hamzah?

Yes

I gave my number to you a week ago. Why are you texting me now?

Because I have a favor to ask. It's kind of a big one.

I rolled my eyes. Okay, what is it?

I'll tell you, but you have to promise me you won't block me, okay? At least give me a yes or no.

What is he gonna ask me that's so bad he's convinced I'll block him? I'm kinda nervous now, but I'm curious to know.

Okay, I won't block you. What is it?

I watched as the typing bubble popped up, disappeared, then reappeared. It felt like almost eternity when he finally sent:

I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend again. But not for thirty seconds like last time. I have a birthday party that I need to go to and Fran is going to be there again. You'll have to come to the party and pretend we're dating for a few hours.

Seriously? This is why he's texting me? I rolled my eyes again and texted back:

Why are you asking me to do this? I barely even know you.

I know. But Fran already thinks we're dating because of the thing at the party. Also you're really pretty so it would make her even more jealous. And I'm not really sure who else to ask besides you.

He kind of has a point. About the fact that we already told Fran we were dating. But I still had another question:

Why should I help you?

Mandy told me a few things about you after the party. I know that you're a Lana Del Rey fan and I have tickets to see her in a few months. I could take youuu

He did drive a hard bargain. I would do anything for Lana. Goddammit.

Okay. I'll do it.

Yay! I'll text you the info soon. Wear a nice dress.

I sighed and put my phone down. What did I just agree to? But the more I thought about it, pretending to be Hamzah's girlfriend didn't seem that bad. I mean, I would just hold his hand for a few hours, and he isn't even a bad guy. Also Lana tickets?? In this economy?? I'm about to act my ass off.

My phone buzzed. It was another text from Hamzah.

The birthday is for my friend named Julie. Here's the time and date. I'll pick you up and I already have a gift so don't worry about that stuff. It's a dinner so dress kinda formal.

So the party was in two days. I could do that. I already had a dress in mind that I could wear. This will be fine. 


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