My Fake Girlfriend's a Little Too Real | Jennifer Check

chapter 3

Chiara's POV:

(218) 555-7389
text message
today 10:29

hey sunny

it's jennifer

bio project, remember?

we should probably meet over the weekend to do it or smth idrc

I woke up to a bunch of notifications blowing up my phone. As I slowly opened my eyes, I reached for my phone to see what was so important. It was a Saturday morning, and I hadn't made any plans with anybody. You can only imagine my surprise when I saw Jennifer's texts on my screen. I genuinely didn't expect that girl to text me first.

It all felt a little weird, but I was fine with it, as long as it helped fix the negative relationship with one of the few people in this school who actually grew a dislike for me.

(218) 555-7389
10:33

morning

i mean i guess you could come over to mine if that's fine with you

sure ;)

i can be there in an hour

great

i'll send you the address in a sec

oooookay

seen 10:38

I got up from my bed to start getting ready. As I started to grow more awake from my sleep, I realized my room was a mess. I looked around and sighed.

My room wasn't decorated as cool as it was back in Italy, but it was good enough. I definitely tried my best and brought a lot of my stuff from my old house to here. Back there, it just hit different. Minnesota was cold and windy, and I guess I'm still not used to that. I miss wearing my little crop tops and not having to worry about getting a cold.

I decided to get myself together first, then tidy up. I trotted downstairs and headed for the kitchen right away. I noticed my older sister, Bianca, sitting on the couch in the living room, which is connected to our kitchen.

"Hey, Bia, I have a friend coming over soon," I mentioned. She turned her gaze to me as I walked over to the fridge.

"Wow, finally!" Bianca replied sarcastically. "Well, I don't plan on sticking around much longer anyway. I'm driving to the city to get some paperwork done."

"Parents are at work?" I asked as I spread peanut butter and jelly evenly over the bread. My sister nodded, still focused on her phone. I definitely wasn't the fancy breakfast girl. My sister, on the other hand, was the opposite.

She also happened to be a hell of a clutter. I looked over at the sink and saw at least five dishes laying there, unwashed.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you to just put the dishes in the dishwasher?" I yelled.

"Just do it for me, Jesus. It's not that deep," Bia replied nonchalantly. "Oop, my ride's here. Gotta go. Bye!"

I watched her jump off the couch and quickly leave the house. I looked at the dirty dishes in frustration, and after audibly cussing my sister out to myself, I did the work for her.

I ate my breakfast and cleaned up my room, and as I started to get ready, I heard my phone buzz again.

(218) 555-7389
11:10

helloooo????

do i need to give you a special invite into our messages chat to give me the fucking address

calm down 🤨

it's rowan's street 22

oh really

i actually live nearby

ill pop in in 10

works for me

see you there

seen 11:14

A/N: its been a crazy week but i promised myself to update every weekend 💜💜💜 love yall