2...Boyfriend...

{Harry}

The way Diane had stared at me when I entered the class was suspicious. It was like she had done something wrong and was scared of the problems she has to face in the future.

Somehow, her gaze made me feel like everything was related to me. The girl can be an open book sometimes.

I had to take the seat beside her to watch her more closely and maybe try to understand what her eye contacts were all about because I was sure as hell she wasn't staring at me because she likes me.

Diane acts like she hates my whole existence. I don't like her too. She expects everyone to bow to her, to accept every of her bad habits all because she is a billionaire's daughter.

I stared at her, watching as she chewed her soft lips, her big eyes filled with worry and her pen tapping slowly on her desk. The sound irritated me and just when I was about to speak, she turned her face to meet mine.

My words died on my tongue when I saw those big hazel eyes. They had words hidden in them, I wished I could read them. Not because I cared, but because I was curious.

She gazed away from my face and resumed chewing her lips. Few seconds later, she glanced at me again.

Now, I'm more curious. What exactly is going on?

"Do you want to talk about something?" I asked her in a mumble as the teacher entered the classroom.

She snapped her head to my face, and God, I almost pitied her neck. I could see its got a noticeable mark looking like a tiny dark tattoo right at the left side. "And why would I want to talk about something to you, huh?" She asked back rudely. 

"You shouldn't answer my question with a question" I told her sharply.

"Then you shouldn't ask a question in the first place" She retorted, giving me a harsh glare.

Diane has always been like this since I met her. Bitchy.

I focused on the lecture for today, though I threw few glances at her and saw how lost she was in her own world as she constantly bit her lips. That soft, pink flesh....

"Actually...." That was her voice, holding no force "I think I need your help"

I stilled on my seat, trying to stay calm at the surpise she threw at me.

She needs my help.

Diane, the billionaire's daughter actually needs me help.

I smiled unevenly "Diane Pierce didn't just say she needs my help after being so rude to me, did she?" I asked slowly, rotating my head to the side.

She groaned quietly. "Will you help me or not?"

She didn't drop her arrogance even when she needs help, more reasons not to like her.

I shook my head, still smirking. "No, I won't help you" I concentrated on the teacher.

"Harry" She called aggressively.

"I am not helping you" I said without looking at her.

"Harry, just help me" She said with a better voice.

"I am not helping you" I stuck to my response.

"What can I do to change your mind?"

I gave her a fleeting look "Nothing"

"Harry, stop it" She whispered loudly, going back to being hostile "And just help me!"

"No"

"Harry!" Her undertone was commanding.

"No"

She released a deep sigh of what I guessed was frustration, brushing off long, brown braids off her face, then exhaled slowly. "Harry..." She breathed.

Diane's breathy voice was soft and moving, capable of melting a heart, but not my heart. People had said my heart was made of rock. Maybe they were right, maybe they were not.

I rotated my head to the side and was taken aback with her soft, pleading gaze.

"Just hear me out, please" she begged. "I want you to listen to what I have to say then you can just. . ." She trailed off and breathed out softly. "Harry, please, I am in big trouble"

I sighed and raked my hair with my fingers. I saw her eyes follow my action before landing back on my face.

"Once it's lunch time..."

She sat foward, her focus solely on my face. She must be really desperate.

"Go to the cafeteria and wait for me there" I ordered.

Diane's big eyes got impossibly bigger at my words with twinkles brightening them "And we can talk over lunch?"

I rolled my eyes. "That was a dumb question"

"Thank you" She said with a grin and turned her face away before muttering under her breath "Asshole"

I frowned. Did she just. . . . "What did you just say?"

She flashed me a big smile "Nothing"

But she just. . .she called me an asshole.

She called her helper an asshole.

****

It was lunch time, and I didn't forget the cafeteria meeting with Diane. I was curious to know what trouble she put herself into, so I was ready to listen to what she has got to say.

I looked around the cafe for her and I saw her sitted at a corner, rotating her head, her big brown braids swinging as she searched the area for me. Soon, our eyes connected. She smiled a little, looking relieved to see me.

I didn't think there would be a day Diane would be happy to see me, hell, I didn't think and never believed there would be a day I would be having a normal conversation with Diane in the school cafeteria. Usually, all we do is fight, and the next thing we do is pick up another round of fight.

I got my snacks and strolled to her table. "So what do you want to talk about?" I asked, going straight to the point as I sat.

"Oh" She blinked, clearly surpised at my fowardness but she got over the shock quickly. "So....uhmm" She cleared her throat "I...." She stopped and rubbed her forehead gingerly with her fingers. "God, how do I start this?" She whispered to herself.

I remained quiet, but internally, I was growing impatient.

"The thing is...." She resumed and I caught the way she swallowed the saliva in her mouth. "I lied about something to my dad and his wife and now I am in a big mess"

I continued staring, not blinking, not talking, not moving, but getting really impatient that I haven't gotten the real details.

"You're not gonna ask me what the lie is?" She questioned, giving me a frown.

"It's either you go straight to the point, or I leave you here with your mess" I stated the options solidly.

"Fine" She flipped her long, brown braids pridefully "I lied that I have a boyfriend"

I creased my brows, taking a moment to let the new information sink in "You don't have a boyfriend?"

Her cheeks turned pink. "Nope"

I know her beauty is gonna attract guys left and right but I think her attitudes will send them off.

Okay, it's not my business. What I should be concerned about is why she was telling all those things, and what she wants me to do about her single life.

I stared at her intently "Diane, you lied to your dad"

She blew out air from her mouth. "I know"

I went on "You created the mess and now you're telling me about it"

"Look, Harry" She pushed locks of brown hair away from her face "I told you about the lie because I need your help, okay?"

"And I'm still trying to understand what exactly you want me to help you with" I told her frankly.

Her lips divided for few seconds before she started to talk again. "My dad asked me who my boyfriend was" She paused while I stared on, wanting her to continue.

She twisted her fingers on the table and I noticed she has not touched her food just as I had not touched mine.

"I didn't want to say anything to him, I swear, but he asked me to give him a name, so I uhmm...." She rubbed side of her neck, right where the dark mark was. "I might have blurted out your name" She pressed her lips.

I lifted my head a little "You did what?"

She stared at me, her eyes magically bigger and mouth parted  "I told my dad that Harry Michaelson is my boyfriend"

I blinked, then I froze. After few seconds, I blinked again. "You told him that I am your boyfriend?" I asked slowly. 

"Yeah" She whispered and swallowed.

"You told your dad that I am your boyfriend" I said, taking away the questioning tone. "Diane, why would you even...."

She shook her head fastly. "Harry, I wasn't thinking"

"Obviously" I retorted sharply.

She ignored my sharp response and continued. "I need your help. I would have approached any other guy to do this for me, but my dad knows you and he wants to meet you. He knows you're one of the Michaelson triplets, he knows you are Harry and not Henry"

I glanced at Henry, my triplet brother, sitted with some of the soccer guys, laughing loudly with them. We look alike a lot but our expressions are different. I would never laugh in that manner and that shows that people should be able to easily tell Henry and I apart.

I returned my attention to Diane, boring my gaze into her eyes. "What exactly do you want from me?" I asked directly even when I knew where this was leading to. I just wanted her to say it.

"NEED. I need something from you, I don't want it" she corrected curtly to make a point.

I rolled my eyes "Just say it"

"I need you to be my boyfriend, Harry Michaelson"

Hearing her say out her request to me with her gaze fixed on mine, I didn't know what to say next. . .or do.