We Can Only Pretend for so Long

Just my Heart

"So, I've been searching stuff on Google."

"Oh? Like what?" I tried to make my voice sound as nice as possible, we were in public after all.

And even though I wanted to break off his stupid arm that was now draped around my shoulders, I somehow refrained from doing so. I think people might seriously get suspicious if I did that.

"Well you know, for personal reasons."

"You're not gonna find out what it says Jacob."

"I think I will thank you very much."

"Not unless you can completely remember what every last detail of my, drawing, looks like."

People cannot find out that I have a tattoo, they'd want to see it.

"Why wouldn't I be able to? All I have to do is think about your bare stomach..." He sighed 'dreamily' as his eyes glazed over.

"Stop it, perv."

"Hey, no elbowing, that hurts."

"I wouldn't elbow you if you'd stop being stupid and picturing my stomach."

"Well-"

"Hey guys, what's up?"

Nick, you saved me.

Eh, that sounded like a really, girly, googly eyed, in love with you, wishing I were a princess and you were my night in shining armor, thing to say didn't it?

....Yeah, thought so.

I don't even like him like that anymore.

Sad, I know.

Jacob's arm seemed to wrap around me tighter.

What the hell is his problem? "Hey Nick, nothing, we're just, talking."

"Kinda looked like you were arguing."

"So what if we were, it's none of your business."

"Jacob, be nice."

"Why should I?"

"Because, I can't have a boyfriend if he's rude."

"That's actually a good thing, keep it up J, I'd really appreciate it." Nick smirked at Jacob's obvious irritation.

"Or a friend that's an immature asshole."

Ha! There went the smirk. It transferred to Jacob's face, even better.

"Come on Kylie, we should get to class."

"Right, let's go. I'll see ya later Nick."

"Later." Don't be so grumpy Nick.

I chuckled lightly to myself as I saw the expression on his face. Completely priceless. Maybe there are some good outcomes to this 'relationship'.

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"You know what, I was thinking about what you said earlier, and I was being immature, I'm sorry Kyle."

"Huh?" I had literally, just made it to my locker, and I was completely out of it.

School can do that to a person.

"Earlier, I was being immature, I was just apologizing for it."

"Oh. Yeah yeah, whatever, you're fine."

"You okay there Kyle? You seem a little, depressed."

Depressed? Where the fuck is he getting that I'm depressed?