fifteen

"you alright?"

me and bambam were walking to my house, he decided to stay overnight for the day and i figured out.. why not?

"yea, just some slight headache, but everything's fine." i massaged my head, but my hands were soon replaced by bambam's.

"thanks." i smiled through the pain as we continued walking.

"hey, i have been noticing lately, that there is some tension between you and mark?" at the mention of his name, i started blushing, but soon that thought vanished, and i felt like crying.

"n-no, we are of no kind of relationship." there was a hint of hurt and disappointment in my voice, and i hope that he didn't notice, but he did.

"what's wrong?" "i... i overheard mitch in the bathroom, saying that they were in a relationship-" my words got choked up by my tears.

they unconsciously fall, and i do not hesitate to wipe them. "i.. i just felt so hurt i..-" my words got cut off, and i was pulled into a warm embrace.

"shh, i've got an idea of how to get them back, but i would need your opinion of that." i sniffed, curiously looking up at the smirking bambam.

"let's go home and talk, we have a serious business to start." he smirked, and my confusion and desperation for the answer grew.

we soon reached my house, and i eagerly pulled him in, excited to hear his plan.

"so i was thinking.. since you like him, and wants his attention so badly.. why not we start dating?".

i widened my eyes at his statement. "what?! no-" "a fake date may i add." "oh.. " "to make him jealous."

"i don't know how in hell that idea may work or fuck up, but i'm willing to try, and if the outcome of it is good, i'll treat you to a five star buffet."