Catalina Flores, or Cat, is your average university student. Among school, work and family life, she barely has time for a boyfriend, specially not after her last train wreck of a relationship. Her friends find it amusing to give her a dare. Fairly...
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A week prior...
"I should've known. You're a sly fox Jae-Jae," she sung, wiggling her eyebrows before taking another sip of her drink.
"I need you to be my girlfriend for two weeks."
Spitting her drink all over the boy before her, she dropped her bottle on the floor and fell into a coughing fit. "I," she coughed as she hit her chest, "I'm sorry."
He looked visibly disgusted. His lips turned, and he stared down at his clothes. "Ew," he grimaced.
She settled her cough. "Sorry, I—" she wheezed, "I think my hearing failed me for a sec there. What?"
"I almost wish I could take it back now." He leaned down and picked up her empty water bottle, handing it to her. "Look, you know I don't have friends here. So, I thought maybe you'd be able to help me."
She gulped, taking the bottle from his hands. "W-well—"
"Hear me out first," he stopped her, "I...lied to my parents."
Catalina stared at him.
"I told them I had a girlfriend—which... I don't."
She gave a nervous laugh, "Why?"
"So they'd get off my back and stop staging dates. It was all I could think of and I didn't exactly think it through. I kind of said it on the spot."
"What's this have to do with me?"
He sighed, shoulders slumping. "They're coming to visit me and settle some business...which means that I need a fake girlfriend for two weeks."
"You can't possibly—no," she shook her head, "God no! Don't look at me like that Jae, no. I can't..."
"I really need your help," he pouted.
"Jae! Look—I...ugh," she breathed, "Jae, honestly, I'd love to help you but—"
"So, help me."
"Jae," she shook her head once more, "we just met a few days ago and we've only talked twice. Both times of which you've been rude to me."
Jae nodded. "You're right," he admitted, "sorry. Well, in any case, thanks for wanting to be my friend. I'll see you around, and... I'll go clean my shirt now."
Catalina sighed in defeat as he turned to leave. By nature, she was always the guilt-ridden girl. His request wasn't mean or indecent, she thought in all it wasn't that bad. So, she called out to him, and he soon turned to face her, asking what was wrong.
