poke school

contract

Misty pov
Misty : ash let's make a contract
Ash : what contract
Misty : about our pretend relationship
Ash : uhmm ok but how did this type of thing came to your small mind softie

Misty : what's with this weird nickname

Ash : this is what boys in school call you

Misty : what how weird

Ash : but it's quite cute of a name though . Ok leave tell me more

Misty : hmm so let's make a contract

I got a pen and a paper and started writing . Ash was looking at the page while I was writing curiously . After I was done I gave him the contract . He started reading it

Misty : so  we will only hug or kiss on cheeks in public and if A wants to stop this relationship the contract will break and if  there are some situation B can also give reasons to stop this pretend relationship.  A and  B are allowed to date whom they love and can do what they want without interfering in rach others privacy .

ash : ok it's good and conditions are also in my favour but what's the time line of this contract

Misty : though it is 1 year but we can renew it if needed

Ash :ok I will sign it

He signed it ..I smiled and signed too

Misty : so hello my contract partner let's act to our best

Ash : ok

He smirked

Ash : so tomorrow you have to go to school with me ok

Misty :ok

I smiled and got to kitchen to get some snacks for myself .

Misty pov ends .

Next day

Ash pov

I got ready for the day and called misty

Ash :mist are you ready for the first day

Misty : not a new nickname again

I just chuckled

Misty : are you not gonna wear the blazer

Ash : I hate it

She nodded . I came close to her and she flinched a little then I holded her hand and brushed a strand of her hair from her face I could see her cheeks getting red I chuckled again

Ash : let's hold hands in public

Misty : ok

We both got out of the our dorm room and in a while we were out of the dorm building  we got inside the school or you can say university's building.  Students were watching us and whispering by the corner of my eyes I could see misty flushing and embrassed

Misty : a -ash can you let go of my hand

By hearing that statement I grasped her hand more tightly

She whimpered a little . Then I whispered
Ash : sorry I didn't knew you were this weak

Misty : I ain't weak