The Fake Date

Chapter: 3

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Andrea

"Try to make this date better than the last hm?" Jacob says and smirks.

I point my hand at him that held a fork and said, "This is just another Fake Date, so if anything let's make it worse. Hm?"

I put his hand around his heart and pretended to be hurt, "Aw Andrea, this is only fake to you darling. Or should I start calling you babe?"

I rolled my eyes, "We aren't dating that's the difference. So keep it Andrea."

He simply rolled his eyes and ate more of his pasta. Here we were on our second fake date. As an Italian of course he took me to a Italian restaurant.  Pasta always seemed to please me.

"Well we kind of are."

I blinked back at the memory early today when he sent me the text,

Jacob: text me back if you will be my girl friend :)

Since he kind of did finish the deal last time I did have to answer him back.

Andrea: no ew

Jacob: too bad

Jacob: you texted back

I rolled my eyes, "you can't possibly be serious about that."

He grinned and nodded, "Hm, how could I miss a chance on a lovely girl like you?"

I scoffed and continued eating the pasta.

"Girl friend."

"Stop it."

"Andrea my beautiful girl friend."

"I'm breaking up with you." I say and smirk.

"Too bad i'll have to send that text again."

I glared at him, "black mail does you well I see?"

He laughed.

"Love is bliss not bitter." I murmured.

"Sorry?" He said not catching to what I had said.

"Nothing."

He smirked, "Love is bliss not bitter."

"So, you did hear me." I say.

He nodded. "How could I miss on such a quote from you?"

I glared into his eyes that sent shivers down my spine.

"Well love is bittersweet." He said and smirked.

I shook my head at him and took a bite out of my pasta.

"That's interesting. I didn't think you knew what love was." I say and smirk back.

"You don't like me do you?" Jacob asked.

"You don't like me either." I say.

"No not that way, just in general."

"You don't like me either way."

He laughs, "you think I don't like you? Please, i'm obsessed with you. Can't you see how hard I am trying to get you to date me?"

I shrug, "you don't act like it."

He then shakes his head at me, "how could I if you don't."

"I barley know you." I mutter.

"No, you know me. It's just that you don't trust me. You think i'm going to screw you over like the rest of the girls I date right?"