Did I just make things worse? He smiled — that sly, knowing smile that made my heart skip for reasons I didn't want to admit.
"Okay, fine. But how many days am I supposed to pretend to be your girlfriend?" I asked weakly, my tone flat and uninterested. He chuckled softly.
"Mmh, maybe a month… a few days… who knows?" I rolled my eyes.
"Fine. But if this lasts for a year, we're breaking up immediately." He nodded, clearly amused. "Oh, and one more thing," I warned, narrowing my eyes at him. "Don't fall in love with me."
He raised a brow, smirking. "Afraid you'll get hurt?" I shook my head, meeting his gaze coldly. He was still smiling — the kind of smile that told me he was more than ready to toy with my heart.
"Don't worry," I said dryly. "You're not my type." That wiped the grin off his face. "Now, if you'll excuse me."
...
I was about to leave the library when a girl with short hair approached me.
"Umm, miss…" she said nervously, fidgeting with her hands. I frowned.
