Fake couple problems

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            The fetus has the right to live! I get that sometimes the circumstances that the baby was made under are not the most fortunate for the mother but you can't kill something that in nine short months will join us in the world." I said to my best friend Reagan as we exited debate club, the topic still continuing in our argument.
"You have to think about the mother. What if she was raped, or having the baby poses serious health risks to her? What if she's only sixteen? The mother should have the choice whether to have the baby or not. It's her body." She countered. I was about to come back with a very piece of persuasive information when she hid her face behind her blonde hair and started walking faster with her head down. I followed her gaze and immediately copied her trying to disappear.
             "Alia, wait up." I stopped in my tracks and tried to beg, with my eyes, for Reagan to stay with me but she gave me an apologetic look and scurried away. Not that I could blame her. If Fletcher Cloud approached her I wouldn't have stayed either. It was almost like a pact we had: if a popular person approached one of us with no harmful intents the other was allowed to run away in fear.
       I tried to calm my facial features and turned around. "Hello," I said shyly still studying the tile floor. "Hey," he replied. For a second I was angry at him; how could he be so calm and collected while I was over here nervous and so not collected. I flicked up my gaze to meet his but immediately looked away when he smiles at me. My heartbeat speed up and I felt blood rush to my cheeks.
"Um, I'm sorry but I have a family, um, thing today so I can't do your homework." I mumbled. He laughed.
     "I don't need you to do my homework," he said while I blushed embarrassed. "I do need a favor though." My head sorta snapped up. I was fully prepared to go on an angry rant to him that while yes, my parents were the owners of a very successful music business that hosted a lot of concerts but no I couldn't get him tickets. Not eve if he offered to let me sit with him at the popular table. He would have to buy one himself. So when he said, "I need you to be my girlfriend." I was totally unprepared.
       The first thing I did was look for other people in the hallway holding phones recording me ready to post my humiliation on YouTube. Second my mind went blank and I lost the ability to form sentences so when the third can thing around, asking what the h e double hockey stick Fletcher meant, thing two kinda got in the way.
       "What? You....me...girlfriend.....what?" I stuttered. He laughed again which cause me to blush and my heart to suddenly feel like it was filled with butterflies. Stop it, I internally scolded my heart.
         "Let me revise, I need you to be my fake girlfriend just for a few days." He gave me a smile that wasn't lopsided like all hot fictional boys had but a full non-lopsided, bright, heart-pumping smile. It was just as effective.
My immediate answer was probably the biggest lie of the year and would get me on Santa's naughty list, "I have a boyfriend." His smile dropped and even though it was totally pathetic of me to feel bad about that I just couldn't help it. He looked so dejected and sad and I wanted his smile to come back. He actually looked sad about me turning him down, even if it was to be his fake girlfriend.
       "Ok, that was a lie. But before I agree or disagree can I know why you need me to be your girlfriend. Fake girlfriend I mean," I said correcting myself. His smile was back (goal accomplished.)
         "My dad is a total perfectionist and is having this party with all these fancy, important people. So as to not get yelled at I need to also appear to be perfect. And to be perfect I need to have a girlfriend who is equally perfect and fits up to my dads standards. That's where you come in." I was blushing, again. Even so I had to point out the flaw, I couldn't help it; I was the girl who told teachers when they had a typo(I know. Sad.)
"What about after? Wouldn't your dad expect you to still have your "perfect" girlfriend?" I asked. I was also proud of myself, I formed two full sentences. He nodded his head in agreement with me.
"I thought about that," he said, "I guess we'd just have to continue the charade for a little bit after the party. Then we'd "break up" claiming we want different things." All in all this didn't seem so bad until another thought hit me like I was at the Running With The Bulls and I just got plowed over.
       "What about school?" I whispered the question to afraid to say it loudly. He rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah we would have to do it at school too. My parents talk to my friends and if they asked about you.." He trailed off. I shook my head back and forth probably looking crazy because I couldn't seem to stop.
"N-no I can't. I just c-can't. I'm sorry," I ended lamely probably sounding like a shy, loser, nerd. I hated sounding like a shy, loser, nerd. I started turning away figuring we were done but he grabbed me by the elbow and turned me around. He was surprisingly gentle considering he was friends with people who teased me day in and day out.
"Come on. It'll be easy. We don't have to over do it, we don't have to kiss just have an occasional hug, I'll sit with you and your friend at lunch, we only have to have a do a couple things out of school and that's just so we can get to actually know each other. It will probably only last a week. Then we can go our separate ways." I looked up at him and his green eyes pierced mine. But not In a scary way, more like how a really good song pierces your heart.
        I sighed, "How important is this to you on a scale from 1-10?" His reply was immediate, "11." I sighed again.
       "Ok then. I'll help you."
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