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"If I hadn't been a coward and backed off, you'd never have ended up with him. You'd never have spent three years getting hurt." As he spoke, his wet eyes turned to me, and his hands reached out, testing, like he wanted to pull me in. I smacked his hands away and straightened him back up. "Just talk. What happened then?" He sat back down, looking wounded, his back slumping a little, his voice smaller than before. "Noah said he didn't know how to win a girl over. He was scared he'd say the wrong thing." "So he asked me to build him a Boyfriend Assistant, something to teach him what to say and how to reply to you."

My heart raced me to ask, "So Alex, what were you two talking about?" "Talk? Oh, you mean the conversation wuth that rascal earlier?" Yes, with him. "His name Adrian Bened, he's my boyfriend." Alex chuckled, looking at me for a moment. "Seriously he's your boyfriend?" "Yes, he is strong, kind, gentle." "Fan, I'm impressed. You idolize your boyfriend so much." I looked at him strangely. Why talk like that, like it supranatural or sumething. "Haven't you ever been in a relationship? Oh wait, for yiu women are just dolls you can flirt with."

“Shouldn’t I say the same thing? You shouldn't hug and kiss random people in the park, what if you mistook me for some stranger. What if that person is a maniac?" He wasn't wrong though? Meh ~ I can't be wrong because I've known little details about him. I know the last strand of his hair, what I am trying to say is I am accustomed to his build from head to toe. “Why would I make a mistake? I know my boyfriend’s build. Trust me I even know your smell, it's Polo black. ” He looked away and held my hand, not just holding but intertwined. ‘Omg! This is for real, right? I am not imagining things?!’

Never in my wildest dreams did I think she would stoop this low… She had stolen my idea, something I had worked hard to put together. Stealing my boyfriend was one thing, but actively trying to interfere in my work was another, and that was the limit. My gaze snapped towards her, anger burning in my eyes. She was already looking at me, a smirk playing on her face. “Clara,” I called out, and everyone’s heads turned towards me. “When did you come up with this?” “A few days ago,” she said innocently, a smile lingering on her face. “Is there anything wrong?”

He chuckled. "I don't know. You are quite fun to be with." I admitted. "And honestly, I can see that you are sad so I want to cheer you up." "Yeah, so going back to my original question, what do you find attractive in a guy?" "I already told you." I replied laughing. "I like men that are good looking but it doesn't mean that is the only thing I am attracted to when it comes to a guy." "So what is your boyfriend like?" "He was a DJ. He is very caring and loving. He helped me study. He paid for everything I needed when we were together. He is sweet and romantic. He always finds a way to surprise me." I replied dreamingly.

I say and she says gasps again. "You are a downright liar. All of your friends are dating and you expect me to believe that you're not in the least bit envious of that?" She asks and I shake my head. "It's either you're lying to me or you're dead inside because I would never live like that. I need my man." She says and I sigh. I get this reaction every time I tell someone I don't have a boyfriend or don't desire to have one. It's like I'm damaged and need to be fixed. "You don't have a man, Presley," Sadie says and she waves her comment away.

I groaned in frustration as he leaned close to my ear, his breath warm against my neck. “Why so weak tonight?” he whispered. “Where’s that Marine strength I keep hearing about?” I shoved him off me and backed away, breathing hard. “Try me again and see if I don’t reconstruct your face.” He smirked. “Tempting, but I’m not really into plastic surgery. I like being naturally sexy.” “You’re impossible,” I muttered. “Just leave while I’m asking nicely.” “What would it take,” he asked quietly, “for you to like me? To be my boyfriend?”

He pulled me down to my seat and said; "Give me a reason why you're desperately looking for a boyfriend and don't you dare lie to me." "Hey quit talking to me in that condescending tone. I'm not a child! Besides, I owe you no explanation. My question is, why do you suddenly want to be my boyfriend?" "Feisty " he muttered under his breath then shrugged"For personal reasons and I'm also guessing you won't tell me so why don't we leave it that way? You need a boyfriend and I'm currently in need of a girlfriend, it'll be beneficial to both of us."

I'm presuming this is the asshole boyfriend! I'm desperate to get rid of the smirk on the attractive boy's face. He has the audacity to touch what is mine. Because of the change in my manner, I can see Kyle on full alert as well. He knows I'm going to unleash my wrath on this jerk any minute now. "Elliot, this is Matt, my boyfriend. Matt, this is Elliot, my dearest best friend, who I'm telling you about." And fuck if I don't see red right now. I'm the best friend. The fucking best friend only, while the asshole is the boyfriend. I so badly want to kill the person who invented the word best friend! When can I ever get out of this best friend zone?

“I’m serious. I think the universe sent you here to meet me, so I could experience true love and know what it feels like to be seen. To be loved by a hot American, to have a handsome boyfriend.” “A boyfriend?” I nod. “Yeah. You’re my boyfriend.” “Who says I’m your boyfriend?”