Somehow I made it home after that without any unordinary events occuring to me.
"Boyfriend she says....'' ugh, I sighed loud enough for my dad to be concerned even though he was apparently pretending to be not concerned.
He was continuously moving back and forth behind the counter looking desperate to approach me but I was also stubborn. I remained seated on a far off table while he had to tend to customers.
As usual the place was crowded with female customers and no, not for me.
Apparently my dad is somewhat of a hotshot for the girls, obviously we look nothing alike. I'm told that I get my looks from my other father.
As for Hiromitsu Akio, he is a rather tall statured man in his early thirties with dark blonde hair, light skin, grey eyes and three piercings in his right ear.
The only thing I got from him was my eye color.
I wonder how he can look so decent despite those piercings, I would probably look like a deliquent with that.
After making dad feel enough desperation, I went upstairs to my room and flopped down on my bed taking out my cell phone and turning on the internet.
'How to pretend to be a boyfriend'
I typed in and some related discussions popped up on my dash. So there are actually more stupid people like that huh.
I rolled over; kicked off my shoes while logging in from Instagram after a long time and typing in Himari Aoi in search box.
A couple of similar profiles showed up though it wasn't hard to spot her dp in that ugly hoodie.
Come to think of it, I need to wash it. Whoa what the-, this chick has alot of followers for a school idol.
What is she? like a celebrity? Come to think of it, she did have a rich background, is it really okay to do such a drama? I could literally get screwed over.
I mean if she's rich, then that fiancee is going to be super rich as well. What if I use the situation to my advantage and mooch some money off of her?
Surely she wouldn't mind paying me a little would she?
I was grinning at my own idea when I heard impatient footsteps circling around the door of my room. What the..sheesh..he's too pitiful.
"Ugh, dad just come in, stop circling my room like you're doing witchcraft''
I said outloud and for a moment the footsteps halted and things became completely silent but soon afterwards he barged in my room almost looking like he pushed himself through.
The door literally fell off ''Dad! You know the hinges were loose! Look at what you've done ahhhhgggg''
I knew this was a bad idea, he is just messy like this.
"I'll fix this, sorry, sorry'' and then he turned to super apologetic state where you almost come to pity his puppy eyes.
"I told you to come in, not break in huff'' I was a little less anxious than before. Like come on, this man rarely goes a day without breaking something, he's so clumsy it's almost amusing.
"What?'' I asked as he gave me that questioning look.
"Your uniform..'' he noticed the new uniform right away. I shifted my eyes rapidly trying to think up something.
Dammit! I knew he'd notice, why didn't I think about a reason sooner!? Oh yeah that girl had me preoccupied with her strange request. "Um..a friend of mine..spilled something so..anyway they got me new uniform so it's..'' I replied nervously.
"What friend? You don't have any friends''
he replied just as abruptly.
That one was rude, like a straight arrow to the heart.
"I do, you just don't know them!'' I replied stubbornly ''and go downstairs, don't you have customers?'' I argued.
"Ahh you're right!'' He almost remembered
''Ask you friend over for dinner then, I want to thank them properly, you can't be recieving expensive gifts like that and not showing proper gratitude''
"No just...wait!'' I called out but he barely listened. Dammitt! How am I supposed to call over a random girl I just met, who is blackmailing me into playing house with her to my house?
This is so frustrating!
A beep on my phone made me pause my frustration induced hair pulling ritual and I slid open my lock just to be double slammed by badluck on the same day...Wait, is it really double or double of double now?
I got a text from her confirming it was her cellphone number and I should save it.
I cannot avoid this now, I could've pretended to be helpless earlier because I didn't have her number but now I do and if i don't call her over, it'll be ultimately my own fault for not using this opportunity to get dad reassured over my lies.
I typed something over and erased it twice just thinking how I should put my words.
I ended up sending her my address and she was really fast to reply.
"What's this?''
"Come over at 8''
"Is this your home?''
"Don't ask questions, just pretend to be my friend like I am pretending to be yours''
I replied rather annoyed by all the questioning.
I can't deal with this and dad at the same time.
It took her some while to respond this time around but I did get it.
"Ok'' is what she sent without asking anything further or me having to explain her the need of it.
"Now what....nowwwwww whaaaaattt!!''
I rushed all over the place hiding my clothes and stuff in closet and brooming away the trash under my bed, superficially cleaning up the place; got stripped, rushed to take a quick bath and stood infront of my closet soon in dilemma regarding what I should be wearing.
Should it be something formal like a tux? No no no, that would be too much, I'm inviting a friend not walking someone down an aisle.
Casual? But what if I look cheap and end up being a laughing stock to that rich cactus?
I searched all over my closet for something suitable to meet with her class but all I had were cheap clothes bought off thrift markets.
I found myself a white shirt and grey sleeves hoodie to top it but the blue jeans that were to match with it were sewn up around a torn area above the knee.
"So cheap'' I almost spoke outloud and got myself a scissor, ripping off the legs of the jeans to get rid of that ugly torn area. Somehow they got shorter than I anticipated. They were exposing my thighs alot and making my butt a little too prominent.
To make up for it, I pulled on some black thigh high socks. They reached up to my thighs to cover enough that only a little skin was left exposed.
"That would do'' I seemed satisfied at the new found ability of mine to create fashion out of junk. I slipped in my hoodie and snuck my hands insides the pockets as I got out and came downstairs to await the arrival of my so called friend.
"Oh my! What happened to these pants! This is horrible, they're torn!'' Was my dad's reaction.
"No, they were torn before, now they are just fashion'' i shrugged.
"Young man, not only did you tear your clothes but you also came down looking indecent, I'm not allowing you to...'' before he could even finish the bell at the door hinge rung as the door opened and she walked inside the shop.
Never in my life I had been so embarrassed!
Ask me why...
That woman! Aaaaaahhhhhh
She literally came in wearing a tux and black eye shades looking like some shady mafia accomplice.
"How may I help you?'' Even my dad mistook her for one and became vary.
"Dad, she's the friend'' I pretty much whispered hiding my face in both hands. What kind of woman does that? She has zero sense of fashion! No, even below zero!
"Eh?'' My dad seemed to agree with my idea of her bizarre sense of fashion too, it was pretty much written on his face.
She looked at me from head to toe looking quite unimpressed by my dress choice too though.
"Oh, come right in, have a seat'' my dad suddenly turned to hospitality and poured her some juice taken from the fridge. She took it without hesitation and gulped down the whole glass in one go and even burped shamelessly.
She's really horrible.
"You came fast'' I tried to start a conversation out of the awkward silence involving me and dad to have a stare competition.
"I have a car'' she replied, though she didn't seem to be boasting rather making a statement, even still it annoyed me. If she had a damn car, what was she doing on a public train then?
"Um sorry honey you came early, I was still making dinner so..'' my dad also intervened.
"It's okay dad, I'll take her to my room till then'' I said abruptly, not really wanting her around dad any longer than this as she was bound to say or do something stupid sooner or later.
My dad seemed a little hesitant at first about allowing me to do so but then he nodded finding her a little awkward to be around probably.
"Come'' I guided her upstairs to my room.
"Did you just call me for dinner?'' She asked as if she was expecting something else.
"My dad insisted after noticing the new uniform that I should thank you properly'' I told her as we settled down ''You, did not eat already did you?'' I asked.
"Not yet'' she replied while looking around the room and then looked at me ''your pants, what happened to them?'' She asked bluntly.
"Huh?! It's fashion! Can't you see?'' I became a little infuriated.
"Oh, is that so'' she replied with a straight face and I totally couldn't take her seriously with those sunglasses on so I just pulled them off of her.
"Why did you have to dress so ridiculously? ugh'' I mumbled and she looked at me cluelessly.
"It's formal wear, I was supposed to meet your father, how can I dress casually?'' She questioned.
"You don't have to look like hitman to look formal, idiot'' I facepalmed and sighed.
"Those long socks look good'' she said pointing at my thigh high stockings.
"They are not..ugh..whatever, thanks'' I found it too hard to explain her, so i choose to ignore instead.
"Can I touch them?'' She asked and my face turned a little red at demand.
"Why?'' I asked.
"It just looks good'' was what she replied. I thought over and then stood up infront of her, not giving a direct answer but she got the message.
She slowly proceeded her hands towards the soft cloth sticking to my skin and even the feeling of her approaching fingers gave me goosebumps. I felt the tip of her fingers run against the soft cloth and reach up to the bare area of my thighs where her fingertips came in contact with my skin and proceeded to move up towards the tear of the jeans. I ended up being a little uncomfortable.
Even though she did all of it in seconds, I felt it in rather slow motion.
This is the first time I have allowed someone to touch me other than my dad and it felt a little weird.
Am I letting her do this just because I'm a little bound or because this is first time someone paid attention to an insecure person like me.
She retrieved her hand after having a feel of the cloth for absolutely no logical reason but even so I let her.
Gosh am I being soft or what?
For a moment there; we both became silent and then I dragged a chair from my study table and sat infront of my bed where she was seated.
"I still don't get you, why me, can't you hire a professional or an actor? Why can't you just say no?'' I ended up asking her.
"I can't trust anyone because they can be bought'' she replied.
"You never know, I can be bought too'' I replied abruptly.
"Yes, but you wouldn't, because you care about that video'' she argued and she was somewhat right too. I do value my dignity over money in a sense.
"Why can't you say no?'' I asked.
"Because..I have never said no to my parents before'' she replied, as expected, she is one of the good girls who can't wrong their parents. Total opposite of me.
"But deceiving them is bad too, you should just tell the truth'' I tried to explain to her.
"You don't understand and what exactly do you lose while pretending to be my boyfriend? It's not like you're in a relationship right now are you?''
She raised a brow at me. That one hit right where it hurts.
Well ofcourse you heartless woman, not everyone is rich and famous like you. I almost wanted to say that but refrained.
"Look...'' but before I could continue she reached for my hands and held them in hers.
"Just one month, I'll give you anything I can, I'll even buy you gifts'' she spoke again.
Gifts hmm..who does she think she is! I can't be bought like this! But one or two gifts won't harm anyone would they? Its not like I'll be doing it for gifts, it would just be her way of thanking. I can accept it.
"Alright but..how do I exactly play boyfriend?'' I asked.
"Don't worry about that, I have it all planned out'' were her words.
I don't like them, they sound shady and scary..