Friends With Benefits

Chapter 8

Shit. Why am I comparing?

"Hi," I said.

He smiled at me holding two donuts. "Mind if I join you?"

I shook my head.

"Um, I'm Vince," he said.

"Lin."

We shook hands.

"This is for you since I kinda shared a table with you." He passed me a plate of chocolate donut.

I chuckled. "Thank you."

I love sweets. So immediately this guy got on my good side.

"So how old are you, if you don't minds me asking?" He asked shyly.

"I'm 19."

He chuckled. "I'm 22."

"Wow. I thought you were in my age or a year older."

He shook his head with a smile on his face. He was handsome. His green eyes, red hair, good nose and lips.

We talked for a good 15 minutes before he scrunched up his nose.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

His gaze left mine and was directed to something at my back.

"There's this girl taking pictures. I thought first it was nothing but this is probably the 6th time she took pictures," he explained.

Pictures?

I turned around and immediately greeted by a flash coming from the girl's phone.

Why the hell would they take a picture of me?

That's when it hit me.

"Shit," I muttered before standing up abruptly.

"What?" He asked and stood up too.

"I have to go. Thank you for the company."

I quickly went out of the cafe and started walking briskly.

I'm so getting labeled as a slut tomorrow. I'm sure I'll get hates. And Jake's gonna scream at me and Tracey would be showing up.

Damn it.

"Hey, Lin. Wait up!"

I stopped and saw Vince catching up with me. "What are you doing?"

"I didn't get your number. You're too busy ditching me."

I rolled my eyes. "Just so you know I'm getting married soon."

"Married? You're 19."

"And?"

He thought about it before frowning. "Being friends wont hurt, right?"

"Yeah."

"So number? Just for the benefit of being friends." He smiled before handing out his phone to me.

I took it and placed my number, still feeling panicky.

"So why did you leave like someone was following you?" he asked as we started to walk.

"Um, an image to protect?" I said reluctantly.

"What? Why was that girl taking a picture of us? Wait, are you famous?"

I sighed.

"Not me. My boyfriend."

I wanted to choke on my own spit and vomit everything I ate. Boyfriend? Jake? I sarcastically laughed internally.