"Cupcake, wait up!"
I stopped at the familiar voice shouting behind me. Turning around, I saw Aryan running towards me. As predicted the entire hallway was gaping at us. I hissed under my breathe.
"How many times have I told you to stop calling me cupcake?"
He sheepishly grinned at me, leaning towards my locker. It's not fair, he isn't even panting, unlike me judging from the way he was running.
"Be my girlfriend, cupcake."
I stopped dead on my tracks. Raising my eyebrows, I literally open and closed my mouth.
"W-what?"
He chuckled nervously, "It came out very wrong. I mean, fake girlfriend. Please be my fake girlfriend, cupcake."
Remind me again why did I ever agree to it.
