Restless

Roman and Shane - Girlfriend Extravaganza

She sat at the back of the auditorium, putting her feet up on the chairs in front of her while reaching into her back pocket for her iPhone. She was never one who took a liking to school. She enjoyed rock music and black jelly beans. An individual whom was transfixed and transpired into the gigantic mosh pit of human existence. She scrolled through her Tumblr feed, liking and re-blogging to her hearts content until she heard the familiar laugh of the only person who tempted her to care about standing out.

Him.

He practically threw himself into the seat next her. "Hello Shane!" He said cheerfully whilst hooking his arm around her shoulders. "Hello, you pitiful dirty mutt, I mean Roman." She said in reply, her smile evident. He smiled and she laughed. His hair wasn't brushed, as usual, and the buttons on his shirt were undone. He was ragged and unruly, and she loved it.  He was taller than her, by a lot. He often took advantage of this and used her head as an arm rest. He was almost as rude as her, although his charming personality distracts people from his disorganised ways. Due to his charming persona, women were often hanging around him like flies. Not large amounts of women, but copious amounts. It is actually quite terrifying to watch.

"Do you have a spare book I forgot mine. Also I need a pencil and an eraser and a rubber band and some paper and..." He droned on.
"No." She said sternly. She knew that if I show any sign of weakness he'll take advantage of it and steal all her shit. His facial expression instantly shifts to that of a sad dog. "No, no, no." She says, trying to stifle a laugh. He smirked before moving his face closer to hers, until he's millimetres from kissing her. She blushes and gasps. Her heart rate speeds up. He sticks his tongue out and licks her nose before moving away.

"Oh god." She whispers to herself. That escalated quickly.

He laughed and winked at her as she wiped her nose with her sleeve before shooting him a glare. A sudden gust of cold air went through the auditorium, making her shiver. "You cold or nah?" Roman says, slicking his hair back. She looks up at him and smiles before nodding. He unwraps his jersey from around his waist. "This jumpers expensive okay, fuck it up and I kill you. I bought it from the college gift shop for $20." He said with a smile before chuckling lightly, obviously amused by himself. Shane slipped the jacket on to herself. It smelt like lavender and roses. "Why in the hell does this smell like goddamn female deodorant." She thought to herself. The familiar ping of IMessage filled their ear holes. "God damn it." Roman said angrily, while riffling through his bag, looking for his phone. He located the phone and put in his password. 1234. Original. Shane smiled to herself, whist Roman frowned. "Hey, Shane. I need a favour..." He said anxiously, slicking his hair back once again. "I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for a while."

"What?"