The Fake Girlfriend's Rulebook
Emrys looked guilty, chewing his lip.
“At least you got your ex rustled that’s a good thing,” Kieran said. “Why don’t we keep things going?”
I held up a finger. “On one condition,”
Kieran leaned forward. “What’s that?”
“If I keep going with this stupid plan: no emotional games. I want respect. You play fair with me, or I’m out.”
They all nodded, though I didn’t trust a single one of them. On my way back to my dorm that night, my phone buzzed again, when I clicked on it I realized it was a message from an unknown number.