Temporary Cooperation

I guess you could say I'm normal. I go to school, I do my work, I hang out with my friends, I come home, I sit in front of the T.V like any typical teenager.
But he's not. His agenda consists of pretty much: Girls, Cars, Parties, Girls, Sleep, Food, Girls.
Yes, Lance Woods is very much a man slut.
But, Melodie Clarke is a normal teenage girl. We're poles apart. Nothing in common. Zilch.
So when he needed a fake girlfriend to get his clingy "Whore Of The Moment" off his back, why did he call on me?
And when I refused, why was he so desperate to blackmail me into doing it?
Jeez, this "Temporary Cooperation" is driving me insane.

"You just don't get it do you?" his voice is dangerously low.
He turns around and thumps his hands against the wall.
"I don't fall for anyone. Least of all girls like you." his intense glare seems to go right through me.
"Girls like me? What's that supposed to mean?"