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"Wait, isn't she a Valley girl?" Unfortunately, my mango seltzer wasn't doing much of anything for me, when I felt someone tap my shoulder. "Your girlfriend is here." Stacy whispered quietly into my ear, and I turned around to glare at her. "Stop it." I warned, which made her giggle. I watched her as she rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at me, desperately trying to stop thinking about the technicalities of our friendship.

I lean close, my lips brushing his ear, and whisper the words before I can take them back: “Yes. I’ll be your girlfriend.”

My heart dropped. The girl giggled and clinked her glass with his. “Mmm. To us.” To us. Not to Christmas. Not to reconciliation. To them. I felt the world tilt slightly. “Bryce?” My voice cracked as it left my throat. His head jerked up. His smile vanished instantly. “Lena?” he choked, like I was a ghost. The girl blinked between us. “Um… who’s this?” “My girlfriend,” I whispered. “No,” Bryce said too quickly. “Not anymore Lena, wait, it’s not…”

“Jane, kiss me.” “What?” “I just need to confirm something.” I drew my eyes together in askance at him then shrugged. “What harm would it cause? I mean, I’m your girlfriend.” I chuckled and held his shoulders, lowering my head to draw him into a kiss. I immediately felt tingles in my body and to prevent it from becoming anything deeper, I pulled away and rose to my feet. “I’ll head to swim with others. I might meet new people. You’re way too boring to be with at a party.” I took my leave and as I walked, I could feel his gaze burning on me.

"You're right. You have a lot of studying to do." "And I should start now." I reached for the stack of books, but he caught my wrist. "Clear your weekend schedule." My heart skipped. "Why?" "Because I said so." His thumb brushed over my pulse point. "And good girlfriends follow instructions, don't they?" I pulled my hand away. "You can't just command my personal time." "I can when it's part of our arrangement." His smile turned wicked. My blood simmered beneath my skin. The nerve of this man. I'd signed up to be his girlfriend, not surrendering my entire existence. But the weight of my mother's medical bills pressed against my chest, reminding me why I'd agreed to this deal in the first plac

I asked. “No bodyguards, no hiding, just fresh air! I want to go boat cruising, and I’m not paying for a thing!” she exclaimed, bouncing with joy. I laughed, “Of course, I’m going to spoil my girlfriend,” I said, pulling her into a warm hug. “Girlfriend?” she asked, a hint of surprise in her voice. “Yes, girlfriend! You’re officially my girlfriend now. No more games,” I said, sealing it with a long, passionate kiss.

“Oh, this is Robin, my girlfriend.” I took a sharp breath. He called me his girlfriend? He called me his girlfriend! I bit the inside of my cheeks to keep from squealing with delight as Shaun showed him the book. They began discussing ways to fix the book and while Shaun looked like he understood it all, but not me, though. In five nanoseconds, it was all lost on me. Leaving the book with the shopkeeper, we returned to the car and headed home. He stopped where he’d picked me up on the corner. Before I got out, I had to mention it. “So, I’m your girlfriend?”

Aren replies, then corrects himself, "I mean, yes, my girlfriend, we won't leave you alone; we'll stay here." "I'm not your girlfriend yet, Aren; you haven't asked me! Stop calling me that!" Annoyed, she walks past the library and an idea strikes her upon seeing the multitude of books that she believes will help her explain what she wants to convey. She turns to Aren, who watches her expectantly, and instructs him, "Aren, come here. While I sleep, look in your books for one about how a human should court a human woman. Then when I wake up, you'll know how it's done and you can try it with me. If you do it well, then I will give you permission to call me your girlfriend. Agreed?"

I called her, and she hummed while staring deep inside my eyes. "Be my girlfriend," I said with a firm voice. "What?" "I want you to be my girlfriend," I enunciated each word, making sure that it was clear. "Why?" "Because I love you, I really do." "Since when?" "I don't know. Maybe since the day I start to read about your book or maybe since the day you say you will marry me if I was real." I confessed, chuckling about the past. The incident in the restaurant always made me smile like a love-sick teenager and I will never forget about that moment; I refuse to erase it out from my mind.

Even if I hadn't married you, my mom would've found another way to marry me off. "You're a good man. I'm glad I married you." After a moment of silence, I pulled out a bank card and handed it to Megan. Instead of turning it down, she carefully tucked it into her bag. "Do you think I'm just a snob who's after your money?" she suddenly asked. I shook my head. After dropping Megan off at home, I went for a walk and suddenly found myself downstairs at Brenda's apartment. Her lights were still on, and the curtains were drawn. I could see her and Ethan locked in a passionate kiss by the window.