My Fake Boyfriend

Yes Or No?

Try as I might, however, I didn't want to flat out say no. Maybe, it was because I was sick of the same Friday routine I had for the last 4 years. Maybe the prospect of something slightly unpredictable in my life, regardless of how reckless, had me contemplating.

I was always like that. Whenever someone seemed even the slightest bit upset, I felt the urge to make it better, even if I didn't know them. It was an instinct that many would take advantage of, I knew that, but try as I might, I could not find it in me to stop being like that. 

I turned my gaze, instinctively to see if Aaron had left yet, but I could still see his lean frame, standing at the end of the hallway, his back to me and talking to a blonde-haired girl. He looked miles away from anyone who could get upset. In fact, I had only seen him as a carefree male during the years I had seen him in school. What could have possibly happened for him to urge for my help, especially when he could have other girls at his beck-and-call. 

The very thought made my mind knot in confusion and I shook my head at the questions arising. I had often characterised myself as someone whose curiosity was insatiable and, right now, I wanted to know what had caused him to say what he had. 

Sparing him another tepid side-eye gaze, I bit my lip in contemplation at the very prospect of even hearing him out. I didn't have to say yes, but I could hear him out. Only if his explanation was reasonable, would I even then contemplate what I would do, I decided to myself. 

I exhaled, willing my body to move from where it was rooted to the spot. He turned away from the blonde-haired girl and made his way to the exit and that's when my body could finally muster the courage to move. I dashed across the hallway in his direction.

"Aaron!" I shouted, no longer shy. There was no one else in the hallway anymore.

He turned towards me, his eyebrows furrowed, showing he was confused to see me coming up to him.

I couldn't help but think he looked adorable, confused. Like a little puppy. I smiled inside myself.

I stopped in front of him, panting slightly at the small exercise I had done.
"I-I'll hear you out... only then will I make a decision" I finalised in a conflicted whisper, watching his eyes widen slightly at my words. 

He smiled gratefully first, but then smirked.
"Quick decision. What made you decide that fast, my good looks or my good looks?" He questioned teasingly.

I smiled. This guy was full of humour, wasn't he? I put my hand to my chin and rubbed, in a pretence to think.
"Hmm, not either of the two options. It may have something to do with feeling pity for the way you practically begged me to be your girlfriend. I'm a very giving person; I can't say no." I smirked back at him.

He raised an eyebrow, obviously impressed.
"Aha, you're not as quiet as I thought you were," amusement laced his tone, as well as interest as he regarded me.

I smiled, taking it as a compliment.
I then breathed in dramatically and put on my best 'stern' look.
"Well, if I'm in, I want to know everything. No secrets" I wavered and, in response, Aaron folded his arms, smirking ever so slightly.

"And what secrets would I keep from my other half?"

I rolled my eyes at his words, choosing instead to back off, my hand fiddling with my backpack strap.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself, I'll hear your reasoning on Monday and only then will I let you know," I answered, almost as though I was finalising a deal and Aaron stopped smirking at this, moving forward slightly to which I raised an eyebrow in question. 

"No." He said simply and I let out a scoff at his one-worded smack in the face. Here I was, giving up my time and he was refusing my help. Of all the ungrateful-

"I'll tell my reason today." He urged out before his gaze flitted to the floor and his jaw clenched in a sign that he was struggling to explain something. My eyebrows only furrowed further at his words. 

Today? What was so urgent for him that he had to tell me now?

I shook my head, opening my mouth to decline, but Aaron urged further, his sapphire eyes staring into me with an urgency I couldn't quite fathom nor really associate with the Golden Boy. 

"I don't have the time to wait for Monday." He muttered, his voice sounding uncertain and I processed his words for a moment, scrutinising his form. With every cryptic word he uttered, the more I felt the need to know. Nevertheless, I was still hoping to get home. After all, I couldn't be late, not today or at all. 

Aaron didn't seem fazed or conscious about my assessing eyes. Rather, he seemed more at ease with the unwavering attention and I realised how we were worlds apart. When I looked back to his eyes, he was looking to me with the same relenting gaze and I stilled at the intensity before letting out an awkward cough. 

"I should be getting home," I answered weakly without so much as a reason yet Aaron didn't pick up at this and I watched as he nodded almost stoically, backing away slightly. I winced at this, feeling the sense to please again and, this time, I relented to it before I could process what I was doing. 

"Just an hour." I urged suddenly, holding a hand out to stop him moving and he halted at my words, looking to me with a calculating look. It only lasted a moment before he smiled, raising an eyebrow.

"An hour is all I need."