Liked then Hated (On hold)

Chapter two:So like a fake relationship?

Chapter two:So, like a fake relationship?

Cameron's POV

"Would you be willing to make Mike jealous by pretending to be my boyfriend?" I ask nervously, biting my lip.

"So, like a fake relationship?" He asks.

I nod.

"Okay, but only because I'm your friend. And I really hate Alice and Mike," He says.

"Thank you," I squeal, and jump into his arms, knocking him on to my bed. I blush when I realize the position we are in. I am on top of him pinning him to the bed. I quickly get off of him and sit on my bed next to him.

"So, how are we going to do this?" He asks.

"We just act like a couple in public," I say.

"Let's practice now," He says.

"Okay," I say.

He holds my hand and I lean on his shoulder.

"Want some ice cream honey?" He asks,exaggerating the word honey.

I giggle. Wait, I never giggle.

"Not like that," I say.

"Baby will you get me some ice cream?" I ask.

He visibly gulps and says ,"Sure, sugar."

I cringe at the nickname,but give him a thumbs up.

"Really though,I am hungry for ice cream now," I say.

"Where do you keep your ice cream?"

"Its on the left side of the freezer," I say.

He goes downstairs and comes back up a few minutes later with two ice cream bars.

"My favorite," I say,then start attacking mine.

When I finish I look over at Alex,who still has half of his left.

"What?" He asks.

"Not everyone eats like an animal," At his comment I slap him upside the head.

"Hey!" He yelps.

I smile and he glares a me.

He finishes his ice cream bar and says,"We'll I better get some sleep, there is a big day of acting tomorrow."

He climbs out my window and into his room. I go to bed then and sleep.
...............................

I get up early and get dressed and do my makeup quickly.

Alex shows up at my door and asks,"You ready?"

"As I'll ever be," I say nervously.

He then leads me over to his motorcycle. Shit, I forgot he rode one.

"There is no way I'm getting on that thing," I say, crossing my arms..

"Cameron, you have to if you want this to work," He says.

I sigh and take the helment he is holding out.

He gets on and so do I.

"Hold onto my waist," He says.

I glare at him and as he starts it I grab onto his waist in a death grip.

When we arrive at school I get off quickly.

"Your driving is scary. You can't make me get on again," I say.

"How will you get home?" He asks, trying to sound innocent.