(Your POV)

I really don’t know what to say to this guy. I mean, he’s sending me home and we’re not even talking since we left school.

“You don’t like talking?” I ask him… silent… “Then tell me your dislikes and likes.”

“I dislike people who talk and ask a lot.” he replied; not looking

What? Is he like referring to me?

“Other likes and dislikes.” I irritatingly said

“Why do you wanna know?”

“Get it into your head will you? Faking relationship means don’t love but at least we need to know about each other. You can’t say our relationship is real to others if you know nothing about me.” I answered

“But it isn’t real.” he said back

“Seriously? The one who knows it isn’t real is your friends and my best friend.”

“But the one who knows we’re in a relationship is none.” he emphasizes the last word

“Rules changed, treat me 24/7 like your girlfriend except if we’re alone, with your bff or my bff only. Got that?” I glare at him

“Who gave you the right to change the rules?” he frowns

“Well this won’t work if ‘this’ is our daily routine!” I cross my arms

“I don’t like doing so.” he murmurs

For Pete’s sake face, cooperate already! “At least walk with me, hold my hand or my books. You don’t have to say it or exaggerate things. Gosh, do you not understand?” I roll my eyes

“Fine, but keep in mind that it’s fake, all of it.” he sounds harsh

“Always.” I reply coldly

“We’re here.” he stopped the car

“Thanks.” I grab my bag and shut the door

“You’re not gonna invite me inside?” he asks with a poker face on

“W-what? Why would I?” I scoff

“If you want this plan to work, then let’s exchange info, like you said earlier.” he casually reply

“Fine, go park the car; I’ll wait in the lobby.” I walk first

My house is pretty decent, it’s an affordable condo, being decent is good and enough for me. The lobby looks clean, beautiful and neat, NOT expensive. Finally, Kris came walking into the building like a supermodel; he does this often doesn’t he? I click on the elevator and floor. Once we arrive at the right floor which is the 6th, I got out and he followed behind. I put the key in and turn the knob nervously.

“It’s not much.” I mumbled and push the door open; he doesn’t seem to care though

“I thought you’re rich.” he walks in

“Not THAT rich like you, besides, living i