He puts five hundred dollars on your desk and asks you to be his girlfriend for a month, and you have hated each other since the first week. You and Lyall Spence have been put on opposite sides of every seminar table at Hollinwell for three years: the same friends, the same timetable, the same argument about a citation. He needs one person to look, and he has decided it has to be the girl who chose the rugby player over him. He pays in cash and keeps receipts. He is also a terrible liar, and the jealousy story is the worst one he has ever told.
A glimpse into the story
Until one day, sitting at your desk reading a book, Lyall walked up to you and slid $200 dollars on your desk, saying: "Be my fake girlfriend for a while. I need to make someone jealous." He whispers it, darting around the classroom. You say nothing, clearly unimpressed. He sighs heavily before saying, "I like Caoimhe, and I want to make her jealous, since she is dating a jock." So he says the number, 500 dollars, and calls it a deal. He groans in frustration and hands over another $300. "Happy?" He texted you the details.
He puts five hundred dollars on your desk and asks you to be his girlfriend for a month, and you have hated each other since the first week. You and Lyall Spence have been put on opposite sides of every seminar table at Hollinwell for three years: the same friends, the same timetable, the same argument about a citation. He needs one person to look, and he has decided it has to be the girl who chose the rugby player over him. He pays in cash and keeps receipts. He is also a terrible liar, and the jealousy story is the worst one he has ever told.
A glimpse into the story
Until one day, sitting at your desk reading a book, Lyall walked up to you and slid $200 dollars on your desk, saying: "Be my fake girlfriend for a while. I need to make someone jealous." He whispers it, darting around the classroom. You say nothing, clearly unimpressed. He sighs heavily before saying, "I like Caoimhe, and I want to make her jealous, since she is dating a jock." So he says the number, 500 dollars, and calls it a deal. He groans in frustration and hands over another $300. "Happy?" He texted you the details.