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                   willow 

"You didn't tell me that you're dating Dylan you bitch!" Isabel slapped my arm. Very hard. 

I groaned holding it, "Sorry, it slipped my mind." 

She rolled her eyes and shut her locker, "Oh yea, 'it slipped my mind' LIAR. You tell all about the different kind of shits you take and-"

I kicked her shin, "Shut up Isabel. I forgot and he asked me on last night." 

She sighed, "Whatever." 

We were on our way to the cafeteria until I saw the douchebags. One of them being my 'boyfriend'. Honestly, it has been pretty fun. Dylan showed up at my house today with a bagel and an iced coffee and drove me to school and even let me control the music. Of course we were the talk of the town. I've gotten way more stares than I have ever gotten and in general I don't really like the feeling. At this point, there is nothing good coming from me fake dating Dylan. I guess it's just an adventure. 

I smiled at him naturally and he gave me a smirk. We walked up to each other and wrapped our hands together. 

"Hey girlfriend," Dylan grinned, opening the cafeteria doors for me. 

"Hi boyfriend," I winked, walking in front of him. 

"Stop, I'm going to vomit," a repulsive voice snarled from behind us. 

I whipped my head back to look at the hater, who else would it be? Yes, Henry!

"Jealous of me and my hot girlfriend?" Dylan asked wiggling his brows. 

"You wish," Henry rolled his eyes and walked away from us.  

Ok? What's his problem? 

"Come on Willow, these fries aren't gonna eat themselves," Isabel teased, handing me a plate of crispy delights. 

I shot her a wide grin and headed to our normal table. I sat down and dug my hand into the fries. 

A body sat next to me and Dylan smiled down at me, Ben sat next to Isabel, and Henry was nonexistent. 

"My girlfriend ran away from me," Dylan pouted scooting closer to me. 

I frowned, "I'll make sure that it doesn't happen again."

"I don't like this at all," Isabel, truthfully admitted taking a swig of her water. 

"Agreed," Ben chipped in, "Seems fake to me." 

Just as Dylan was going to open his mouth, Henry angrily sat down at the table. 

"Why are we sitting here?" he asked looking like he was ready to hurt somebody. 

I seriously want to know what's got his panties in a knot. 

"Because I wanna sit next to my girlfriend," Dylan snapped. 

I'm not sure what happened between them, but the tension was tense. 

"Oh yeah? Prove that y'all are dating," he said crossing his arms. 

Without even looking into my eyes first, Dylan grabbed my neck and pulled me close to him. I kiss my lips hard and forced his tongue in my mouth. I know that I was supposed to go with it, but if it went on for any longer-I would barf. 

I grunted and pushed him away. I looked around and saw everyone at the table staring at me. 

"Sorry," I mumbled and quickly walked away. I threw the cafeteria doors open and wiped my slobbery mouth. I ran up the school stairs and into our library. I found a tiny little area and sat down, dipping my head into my knees.

I couldn't even keep it a secret for a day? I should have just taken it and kissed him back. 

"I knew it," a deep, warm voice said above my head. 

I looked up with teary eyes, trying hard not to make them fall, "Leave me alone."

Henry sighed and I heard a russle, "Look at me." 

I looked up with a hardest glare. Why is he even here? He should be in the cafeteria where all his fans are and be talking crap about how me and Dylan faked our very short relationship. Even looking at his face made me want to bawl because it just reminded me of the embarrassing it was. 

"Let's go," he said getting up and offering me his hand. 

I shook my head no, "I'm not skipping any classes and I'm not going with you."

"Suit yourself," he said shrugging his shoulders and walked off. 

Honestly, I wouldn't mind going for  some ice-cream and skipping my next class. 

"Wait, I'm coming." 

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"Mmm, this is sooo good," I said moaning into my ice-cream. 

"Relax there tiger," he said smirking. 

I glared at him and took another bite of my chocolate deliciousness. For ten minutes we ate in silence, the warm breeze made me feel  comfortable. 

I sighed remembering the embarrassing kiss from lunch today. 

"Wanna talk  about it?" Henry  asked looking down at me. 

"No," I thought about his question, "Actually, yes. Dylan wanted to pretend to date me for some reason. I think it was to make you mad, and I  said sure because I was a fucking idiot. Then the next day, which is today by the  way, he decides to kiss me to prove a point. He didn't even ask me and-" 

"Wait, did you say that he did all of this to make me mad?" Henry interrupted. 

"Yes, but that's not the reason why I'm mad. I'm ups-"

"I'm gonna fucking kill him!" he shouted throwing his cup on the ground. The melted parts splattered all over the ground. 

Luckily, not a lot of people come to an ice-cream parlor at 2 o'clock on a weekday because I would have been beyond embarrassed. I quickly picked his trash up and dumped it away. I sped walk up beside him. 

"Stop, what do you think you're doing?" I asked. 

"Dylan is an ass and he's gonna deserve anything I give him," he stopped walking and looked at me dead in the eyes. I saw red in eyes and even I was scared. 

"What did he do to you?" I whispered. 

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair which was very very hot. He walked towards his Porsche and sat on the hood of his car. I walked up to him and stared at the  way his hair fell in front of his face. 

"None of us get along you know," he said still  looking at the ground. 

"What do  you mean?" I asked confused. I had no idea what he was talking about. 

"Me, Dylan and Ben. Actually we kinda despise each other," he said. 

I laughed, like I felt that in my stomach, "Well if you  'hate each other' then why are you friends?"

"Popularity," he  said as if it was obvious. 

"You're joking? You are pretending to be friends for popularity. Do you understand how stupid that sounds. Why is it important  to you anyways? After high school people don't give a shit about you anyways," I said wiping tears from my eyes from laughing. 

"Do you wanna know how stupid you're gonna look when I leave you here?" he growled.

And before I could understand what he was saying, he zoomed off leaving me there.