He Called Me His Girlfriend But Hasn't Asked Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

He says harshly and I decide against attacking him. "So your girlfriend is also just a typical trash to you?" I scoff angrily, biting my lower lips to cool off my raging temper. How dare he compare my friends and I to those typical trash in school, I mean come on, I'm any sane guy's dream girl and I’m not typical. "Girlfriend? Who the fuck told you I had one?" He asks with a look of disgust on his face. “I just assumed you had one. You don’t look single to me.” I respond and he smirks.

,I need some kind of conversation because I was going crazy. "no he rejected me and left",she ate more fries and drank. She spoke but only if I asked questions. "why did he do that?",I was fucking nosey. "because he liked fucking and I'm a virgin. He wanted a slut over me",my eyes widen. "sorry I didn't mean to push",I felt bad.

"Do you have a girlfriend? You don't have to think about anything, okay? I am merely asking because I have never seen you around any girl or the maids. That's why I am asking, you know, just…want to know." "Yean, I have a girlfriend." I fake a smile. "Oh, you do? Good, that's very nice. You must be very lucky then." I say then remain silent, my heart breaking into smaller pieces. "Would you like to see her one day?" "No! That's absurd, I don't want to know whatever she's made of. Annoying little bitch." I add before realizing I have gone too far. "Seems like you have a problem with someone you've not even met." He scoffs and I shake my head in annoyance. Can't he see I like him? I've been fo

"I didn't know I was your girlfriend. I know I am your soon-to-be ex-girlfriend but not your girlfriend." If things were different between us, I would have been doing backflips in my head after hearing him call me his girlfriend, but I can't. I don't even feel like he meant it when he said it to me. He hasn't made me feel like his girlfriend in weeks. "What are you talking about?" He asks, confused "I know you want to break up with me." "Where the hell did you get that idea from?" "You haven't touched me since the night I told you I wasn't ready."

I explained as I shifted on my feet. “Well why on good earth didn’t he call me? I’m his girlfriend for goodness sake.” I shrugged. “Have you met him? He probably doesn’t have your number.” She looked at me as though I had lost my mind. “And just how did he obtain your number, missy?”

I look up at him, tugging my hands out of his grip. "What do you mean you're not my girlfriend yet?" He asked, confusion etched on his face. "I mean, you haven't asked me to be your girlfriend officially." I explain to him, seeing a sudden realization on his face. "Ohh..." He muses. "I thought, since we've been on dates and mini dates, you've become my girlfriend already." He shrugs, tugging me back to him again. "Well, that's not how it works." I voice out, looking down at my little feet and the ground underneath it. "We're just friends until we're official." I state.

I turned to him with a smile. "How can I not? It would be rude to ignore your beauty," he replied. He was always flirty but never too pushy. I didn't want him to change. "How's your girlfriend? You keep saying she exists, but I've seen no evidence yet. Will she mind you calling me beautiful?" He always claimed to have a girlfriend but never actually had one. It was just something he liked to say. "She's coming in two weeks, actually. It would be great if you could meet up with us for a few drinks," he said, grinning. I was quite surprised.

I kiss his nose, pulling away from him. “You’re right. Girlfriend sounds a bit unserious. Say woman?” he asks me, and I chuckle, grabbing my jacket. Wait. He just called me his woman. My stomach twists, doing things I never thought I could ever feel. Are those butterfly flutters? “I don’t remember you asking me to be your woman or girlfriend. So definitely not that,” I shout over my shoulder, but before I can get a chance, he comes in front of me. “Should I?”

I glanced at the food that the maids served and it seems like he already took a bite. “Gotta go, bye.” He paused when our eyes met as he saw me standing there already. I kept my blank stares at him. “You got a girlfriend?” I didn't know why I asked that, too. Why am I asking if he has a girlfriend?! What if he thinks that I am attracted to him? Fuck, Adira! “No, Ms. Adira. It's just my friend, a very close one.” It was the first time I saw him drawing that little smile.

"Go out with me then. I won't ask you to be my girlfriend again. I'll wait until I'm better and ask you again. But can you let me kiss you?" "Useless for not asking me your girlfriend when you still act like a boyfriend around me. Only the boyfriend kissed his girl. If they are not in a relationship, they don't kiss." "Then, can you be my girlfriend?" He asked. "You just said you won't ask me to be your girlfriend until you get better." "But you don't want me to kiss you." He said like a child denied his favorite candy. If the others see this side of him, I'm sure they will use it to their advantage.