Where It All Began [COMPLETE] (IG SERIES)

15.

15.
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After class, I have to get to the library to surrender the book I borrowed a week ago.
As I open the door, he's already waiting for me, "OH G—What the! You scared me! What the heck are you doing here?!"
He took me in with a smile, "Hey love cake, didn't I tell you I'd see you later?"
"Love cake your face. Leave me alone!"
"You always says 'Your face.'"
"So? It doesn't matter, just stay away from me!"
"What if I say 'I can kiss?'"
"I can kiss what?"
"You're smart. You don't have to act like you don't know."
A second flashed, I realize he said that so I can say 'I can kiss your face.'
"Oh okay, great. Very wise. Now will you stop following me?!"
"Why would I? I'm your fake boyfriend now."
"WHAT?!"
"Yeah, 'cause you're my fake girlfriend, so that makes me? What?"
"A liar. So will you please? Don't gimme a hard time and just leave, I'll send you the ring tomorrow morning."
"Oh, okay, cool. I'll still follow you around, love cake."
"STOP calling me that!"
"Why? What's wrong love cake?"
"Just stop!"
"You can say that but I'm not a remote controlled robot. I can still do what I want."
"I'll call the police!"
"You're gonna file a complaint of what? Having a fake boyfriend following you?"
I groan so loud, "God!!! You are making me crazy!"
"You are too."
"Why are you doing this!?"
"Again, to make my girlfriend, I mean EX girlfriend have a taste of her own medicine."
"Why me!? You can go have someone else, not me!"
"You're the one I want. You're crazy and cute."
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His sweetness starts to stick in my body and mind, I know it's all fake but it's convincing. It does feel good to have someone, though mine's fake.
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I push the door open and talked to the librarian.
"Hi ma'am." He says to her.
The librarian smiles and he replies, "Does my girl look pretty?"
The librarian nods, he claps his hands like a real proud boyfriend.
"I know she is! That's why asked her for a date."
I roll my eyes at him, "You can stop."
"I won't."
"Don't you remember this place? Don't you miss your making out session here with you girl?"
"No, and can you stop talking about her, she disgusts me."
"Really, I mean, you're enjo—"
"I said stop."
I deeply breathe in, "Fine jerkball—" my phone vibrates.