The One For Me(12)

Liam stands up and comes in front of me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “What is that evil mind thinking, Katy?”

“I want you to be my boyfriend.” There I said it.

Liam steps back, his eyebrows furrowed and a crazy look on his face. I think he is secretly searching for the door, but then he laughs. Its borderline insane. Okay, so it’s not that funny.

“That’s funny, Katy.” He leans over and coughs, he is laughing so hard. I fight the urge to kick him while he is down. “You called me out of school for this?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

I close my eyes. “You wouldn’t really be my boyfriend, we would be pretending, Liam. Like a deal or an agreement.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “I don’t do girlfriends, Katy. That’s not my thing.”

I grit my teeth. “Exactly. You don’t do that, you screw. That is why I’m in this predicament. People are saying we had sex, so everything is okay with you. Your reputation is fine…it’s mine that has gone to hell. I’m the one that looks like a rebounding whore.”

Liam stops smiling and looks down at me, his eyes narrowed. “What do I get out of this? This just might hurt my reputation.”

I close my eyes and try to look like I’m annoyed when I’m really panicking.

“Teachers will look at you differently? They will think better of you. It will alter your reputation, but make it better at the same time.”

Liam narrows his eyes and strokes his chin. Please answer! That look is driving me crazy. “Look…I’ll think about it, is that okay?”

I bite my tongue. “How long would it take for you to think about it?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know…a couple of days.”

“Liam, I don’t have a couple of days. Please,” I beg, stepping closer to him, I place my hand on his bicep and they flex beneath my touch. “Please, we don’t have to do anything, just make an appearance at school. Hold my hand. It can’t be that awful.”

Liam swallows and his Adam’s apple moves. He takes a step forward and I bump against the living room wall. He places his hands on each side of my head and smiles. “I said, I would think about it.” His breath is minty and cool against my face.

I let out a slow breath and steady my nerves. He is doing this on purpose. Smiling up at him, I lean up on my toes. “Make it fast; my reputation is on the line.” His lips are close to mine, I lean just enough to let him think I’m going to kiss him, then I stand back and push past him. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Liam.” I smile and walk up to my room. Please, God make him say yes.





Chapter Four



“I have my own car,” I say and gape at Liam. He is grinning, leaning against his Jeep in my driveway. He dusts off his hands on his jeans and opens the door for me. What alternative universe have I woken up to?

“Well, you are my girlfriend now, so we have to do this right. You’ll ride with me to school and I’ll take you home.” He smiles, ruffles his hair and gestures for me to get into the car. “That is what boyfriends do, right?”

I open my mouth. “You’re saying you’ll be my boyfriend?” Wow, I never thought I would say that.

He rolls his eyes. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying, Katy. But, you have to get your ass in the car first. Or we’ll never get to school to show people our new relationship. Fake or not, this is a big…huge…gigantic step for me.”

Thank God. “What made you change your mind?”

He pushes his hand in his jean pocket and tilts his head to the side. “Well, not including your charming personality, begging me to be your boyfriend just to make your ex jealous, I would say it was because all my teachers would give me a little break. I need it.”

I smile. “I’m not doing this to make Hayden jealous.” Not entirely. “I’m doing this to save my reputation.” I smile again. “Thank you, Liam.” I start to hug him but I decide against it.

“Okay, enough with the crap now get in.”

“Thank you but no to the car. I have my own.” I jingle the keys in front of me.

He cocks an eyebrow. “Would you like me to pick you up, I’ve done it before. That’s what a boyfriend would do, isn’t it? Sweep his girlfriend off of her feet, literally?” My face heats. I’ve been desperately trying to push our exchanging of salvia out of my head.

“Fine, just today,” I say and march to his Jeep. He helps me up.

“We’ll see about that,” he mumbles before shutting the door. He walks around and gets into the driver’s seat. His Jeep is all leather, and clean. One thing I know about boys, is that they keep their most prized possession clean. This is clearly his. He grins. “Well, how is my girlfriend this morning, doing okay?”