The schools halls of Milton Hall were wide and long. Easy for students to get by and easy for teachers to spot.

My shoes clacked against the cool marble floor. If it wasn't my shoes that got the attraction of my fellow peers then it was my reputation. Beating up a jock to save a nerd has it kinks.

Bystanders watched curiously as I grabbed the few things in my locker I needed.

The eyes that bored into my head were starting to annoy me.

Really annoy me.

It was probably as uncomfortable as it would when someone would watched you pee.

Not that it has ever happened to me.

I slammed the locker door shut. "What! Is there a problem?!"

Many people jumped and scattered at the sound of my angelic voice. Please note the sarcasm. Instead of angelic, my voice drove with annoyance and a tinge of anger.

The halls soon turned empty, trailing with an echo of silence. Just how I preferred.

But it was ruined all too quickly.

"Poor locker. What did it ever do to you"

His voice was mocking and at this moment was not appreciated.

I placed my index finger on his lip. "Not right now please"

Instead of nodding in a yes form to say he'll be silent. He licks my finger.

"Eww why the hell would you lick me!?" I exclaimed while trying to wiping the little saliva on his shirt.

He shrugged. Not bothered by it at all. "Would it be weird if I said your finger tasted good?"

I gave him a flat look "Yes it would be"

What would my finger taste like anyways? Strawberry? Vanilla? Chocolate? Mint? Chicken? A finger?

"Anyways" Jake began "I need your help with something. And since I know you can kick some fine ass. You will be perfect for the job I'm about to hand to you. Only if you accept of course and I really hope you do."

I met Jake holland here on my first day of school at Milton high. He was the first to show me around but the last when he brought me towards a fight. Inside the fight was a jock and poor max. It was the first time I've seen max since I've gotten back. And the first for him also, it led him to almost going in shock. And Jake was right, I did kick some fine ass.

"I don't know.." I began to protest. "What is it?"

I caught on that it was something I won't mostly like when I saw jakes fingers clasping with each other. He was nervous to ask and that was not something good for me.

He swallowed, deciding to take the risk and ask. It showed he really needed this.

"I need you to be my girlfriend"

Huh well that left me stunned.

First I considered to either laugh in his face or just smack him upside the head. The latter sounded better, however I couldn't risk getting into another fight. At least in school.

"Girlfriend?!"

I flopped the idea around my mind. Girlfriend? Surely he must be joking! I have just met him maybe a couple weeks ago. There is no way I could possibly be his girlfriend.

Yet the idea stuck. Girlfriend! Like boyfriend and girlfriend? I've never had a boyfriend. I mean, who has time for a boyfriend when you've been tortured and raped. Sure I've had my flings but that's when I was completely drunk. And trust me, I can't stay drunk through a whole relationship.

"Yes girlfriend. Just for one night though! My parents think I'm so immature and need to start acting like a adult. Plus my older brother thinks I can never catch myself a girl. But if you come I can prove them all wrong! Please Iris! One night and I'll even pay you!"

I raised my eyebrow "How much?"

"Fifty. Which includes kissing flirting and all sorts of girlfriend and boyfriend behaviour."

"Fine. Deal."

Next I knew I was pulled into a big embrace. Jake was clutching me so tight that I would have thought I might have burst.

Finally he let go. "Thank you so much! I'll text you the details of questions they might ask and answers!" Waving goodbye, he bolted out the halls. Not missing a beat, in fear I might change my answer.

Well great, I thought. I'm stuck playing Barbie.

"Hey what's up"

Sighting, I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I've just agreed to be Jake Holland's fake girlfriend"

"Seriously? That guy? For how long?"

I put my hands to my sides and shrugged. "One night"

"That isn't so bad"

"Max what's wrong?"

From the start of our short conversation he was cheerful. However, with that last sentence his mood dropped and he was getting nervous, anxious even.

"Um" he started. He ran his hand through his hair. "It's just p-people are st-staring"

I frowned "Staring?" I asked.

Max shakily nodded his head and took a quick look around and so did I.

He was correct a few people were staring at us. Nothing I wasn't used to. Yet max was different. He's the shy boy. He's not quite used to the attention he's been receiving with having a friend again and all.

Suddenly I started realizing that max was breaking down my walls. If it weren't for him I wouldn't have felt sympathetic towards max. Or hell even say yes to being Jake fake girlfriend. Although I was getting paid.

So taking in consideration, maybe I should help Max break down his walls. Help him with his confidence. It will be hard. It's going to be a challenge. Can I really do it?

Can I help the shy boy not be shy?

Maybe. That's my final answer. The outcome, however, will decide for itself.

"Look at me max. Don't look at anyone else in this hall but me. It's just you and me. No one else except us"

His eyes met mine. And for some strange reason, electricity bolted through me.

I shook it off. "Better?"

"Better" he replied.