You Have...

Chapter 1: ... To Make Him Jealous

... To Make Him Jealous.

Being Jake's fake girlfriend was going to be hard. I would have to make out with him three... four times a day, every day, every week for x amount of months. I don't know how long he plans on continuing this charade but I'm not sure if I could last an hour by his side.

"Good, now we have to get to work" he responded to my agreement a few minutes later. His eyes were mischievous and he had a huge smirk painted on his face. I felt like I had just handed my soul to the devil.

"Work?" I knew what he meant by work but I needed confirmation. By work he meant it was now time for me to start making out with him in front of every one.

"Yeah, you have to kiss me now!" He looks at me as if I'm stupid. I am stupid, I've just agreed to be his girlfriend.

"I was afraid of that" I murmur to myself but unfortunately Jake heard.

"Afraid of what?" He whispers back. "Kissing me?" He asks, answering his own question. "Relax Strawberry, you'll never be as fast as me so ill just match your pace and hopefully everything will look good" I. Hate. Male. Egos.

"Did you just call me Strawberry?" I ask him curious of my new name and also trying to change the subject. Talking of kissing and making out was making me extremly uncomfortable, since I had only been kissed twice in my lifetime - by the boy who broke my heart a few seconds ago... Will!

"Yeah, I did. Thought it suited you as the minute I said kiss you turned as red as a strawberry." His smirk turned into more of a grin, as if he was humouring me, but it stilled scared me. He probably always would.

And then, from out of nowhere, I saw Will walk into the bathroom with some of his friends. I didn't know Will's friends very well. I had talked to Cody a couple of times but the rest of them were just strangers to me.

"Will just went into the toilets" I inform Jake but instead of a simple 'thank you' I just received a harsh:"Yeah I saw them" his words weren't nasty but the way he said them was

"Okay no need to be so rude about it, only trying to move things along." I wasn't going to let him treat me like dirt, like he did everyone else, but he probably didn't hear a word I just said so it didn't matter if I spoke or not. His eyes were focused on the door Will had just disappeared behind and he was timing how long it would take him to reappear.

"Right we haven't got long, he should be out in like thirty seconds. Now when I kiss you don't resist me, you have to give me your all. Then you need to kiss me back and make it look really good leading to the last thing you need to do. You have to make him jealous." He emphasised the last part as if it were the most important thing on the planet. I barely managed to pick everything up, I'm not kidding when I saw he talks as fast as Usain Bolt runs.

"Don't resist. Kiss back. Make him jealous." I repeat letting him no that I had picked up on the main points.

And then without a warning a pair of rough lips met mine. It was a natural instinct, to me, to run for my life as Jake Spenser was kissing me. But Rule 1 crept into my mind. Don't resist! Rule 2 quickly followed. Kiss back! This I was scared to do as it was Jake I was about to make out with. He had sex with practically every girl on this school and therefore would be judging me based on my ability to kiss. Soon I found our lips moving but they were anything but in sync. They moved at different paces and didn't match at all.

The kiss was definitely a bad kiss. There was no spark, no adrenaline, no lust or anything romantic. It felt like work and wasn't in the least bit pleasurable. But I had to make it look good and it had to make Will jealous. Without any notice I jumped onto Jake's waist. He caught me and slid his handa up my thighs to hold me in place. After being presses against a wall he took the kiss to another level. He nibbled on my lip for a few seconds before I let him in. It was not something that I wanted to grant him, access to my mouth, but I had to give it too him. My arms were wrapped around his neck and my fingers were dancing in his hair.