Pretend Boyfriends

(AN: Doctors: You should not be on your phone for 6 months. Me: Kay *writes bits at a time and posts on wattpad*)

He laughed and sat behind me in my chair. Glob he drives me insane when does this but I would hate when he did it to his gf. He sets down my white chocolate mocha on my desk.

"How's my boo." He said kissing my neck, glob I'd do anything to have him kiss my lips. It felt nice for his lips to be on me. I wish he was the only one who would touch me like this.

"You know I hate when you do that." Mostly because my wet dreams get extra fantasy material.

"Whatever you love me." Yeah, I do.

"Shut up."

"Damn give him Starbucks and the average basic white girl comes out." I couldn't help but laugh making him smile. He always smiles when I'm laughing. "You've been wayyy too stressed out of these scholarships."

"Not everyone is as rich as you Marshall."

"Uhg, don't be like that." I slurped my coffee that my husband gave me. He just forgets to put on his ring like all the time, you guys know what I mean.

"Don't be like what?" I said putting my back against his chest to look up at him. He looked so handsome when he did that little half smile of his.

"Don't be such a Gumwad." Oh no, that's it. I turned around in my seat so my legs went over his. I put my fists up and made a ridiculous angry face.

"Fight me." He scrunched up his nose looking completely amused. I almost never break out of my fuck-off-I'm-getting-shit-done-mode. A name that none other then Marshall Lee came up with. We playfully hit each other like complete children.

"Marshall! Come here." Ashely barked. He sighed and got up to go to her. I hate her so much. He sat by her and she rubbed his face, she continued talking to her friends while he got on the phone. Why did she even call him over?

'Bing' I picked up my iPod.

'This isn't over. Meet me at the playground 5:01 be there or else😈' -M

'Or else what?' Sometimes I like being a Gumwad.

'Or else I'll make u suck me off' - M. You don't have to make me do that.

'There's not much to suck on' Of course that was a lie, he's so very large. I heard a "Damn Lil savage" from Marshall making me giggle. Ashely looked up at Marshall then at me and told him to pay attention to her. I hate her, I hate her, I hate her. Stop taking him away from me! I wanted to yell that so bad. He looked at me and wiggled his eyebrows. I tried to muffle my laughter so she wouldn't notice. I blew kisses at him and he tried to desperately catch them. When he did "catch" one he made out of his hand making me burst out laughing.

"Marshall what the fuck. You're sitting with me, not with him." He was until you called him over there.

"I was until you called me over here." See, we are married. Ashely glared at me before turning back to Marshall.

"Babe lets go get drinks." Marshall made his I-really-don't-want-to-talk face. He went with her and after a few seconds I followed, but not before I packed up my stuff. I don't want anyone stealing my stuff. Takes a thief to know a thief. I went down the hall but I didn't have to go far to hear the yelling.

"Marshall who the hell are you dating?"

"Ash comes on I've told you! He's my best friend we were having fun until you just wanted to brag to LSP how you're still in a relationship."

"So what if I did? I just love showing off what a great couple we are! Babe don't be mad!"

"I am! I've told you! I hang out with my friends at school and then I'm completely yours after that!"