Paid Boyfriend *Watty Awards 2012 Winner* (Editing)

Chapter 15: Moment of Truth

John Williams

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Annie was waiting for me infront of my school gate and she drove me to Daniella's house.

"Ugh, I can't believe you're doing gardening jobs in Daniella's house." Annie said,

Her blackeye is healing a bit but I guess the damage between me and Daniella's relationship isn't going to heal that easy.

Annie dropped me off and she gave me a long kiss.

I counted.. 30 seconds.

A 30 second kiss, this should be awesome.

1 more second added to our usual kissing time!

How come I don't feel excited as before?

I went inside the house and I couldn't think straight.

I only thought of what Arnold said.

Does he really like Daniella? Did Daniella say yes?

Thoughts are coming into my mind so I decided to ask Daniella myself.

She is cooking dinner.

A very fatty and carby dinner,

I can see the big portions but I know she is just cooking for herself.

She stopped when she saw me,

"Um.. I heard about Arnold.. are you guys dating?" I asked,

"It's none of your business, don't you think?" She replied while continuing on stirring the sauce.

My guess: Spaghetti Bolognese.

"I'm just worried.. Arnold isn't a good guy-" I tried to advice her but she interrupted with,

"You're not a good guy either."

"I'm just trying to be concerned here!" I screamed,

She rolled her eyes and strained the pasta to separate it from the boiling water,

"I don't need your concern."

Then my attention turned to the ring she's wearing,

I remember Arnold is wearing the exact same ring.

"So you're dating now. Like a couple, with Arnold! That ring-" I don't know why I'm getting mad this much.

"Would you please leave me alone. I don't want to talk right now." She replied,

I walked away and my anger just rose.

Aren't you at fault here?

You already punched my girlfriend and now you're acting high and mighty?!

Whatever, just don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart.

Daniella Campbell

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I stirred on the sauce a bit more and turned the stove off.

I grated a whole bar of cheese because I absolutely love cheese.

I put some spaghetti on a plate and realized it didn't fit one plate.

I guess I was accustomed in making food for two people.

I know I can finish all this but then I'm worried about John.

Why am I like this? I started worrying about that guy.

I put equal portions on two plates and covered one with some plastic because I know John might not eat it because he is probably thinking on how to strangle me right now.