SANDARA's POV



Come on, come on, come on! Text me, text me, text me!!



I was sitting on my bed, hugging my knees, with my phone neatly settled in front of me. I don't know how long I've been staring at it as I summoned all my power for it to blink or ring indicating that someone is texting or calling me.



I can't sleep knowing that tomorrow is the Trial Date. I mean, that jerk haven't informed me what time we're going to meet and where!



I sighed heavily as I directed my gaze to where my closet was formely located. Now, it's replaced by a huge pile of mess. I'm sure my closet is there somewhere. A while ago, I rummaged through my clothes looking for something to wear. I already bought new clothes (a BUNCH of new clothes) to use for tomorrow but as each day passes, I become unsatisfied with the outfit that I had just bought the day before.



Is having a 'boyfriend' this tiring?



I don't even want to imagine how I'm going to behave if I really had one. Being the worrywart that I am, I'm sure my lifespan will be cut in half from excessive thinking. That's just the way I am, I always worry about details excessively and needlessly. Which is partly why I'm an effective Project Leader for the BlackJack Team.



I let out an exasperated sigh as I went to the bathroom. A feeling of disappointment consumes me as I look at the mirror while brushing my teeth. Pathetic. Dara, YOU-ARE-PATHETIC. You're getting giddy over someone you plan to 'rent' to pose as your boyfriend? And you're getting excited because of his gestures eventhough you know it's all part of an act?



You can just talk to your officemates and reveal the truth, you stupid piece. Do you really think...



<*BEEP - MESSAGE! MESSAGE!>



My eyes popped out of their sockets as I heard my phone! With the toothbrush still in my mouth, I hurriedly ran outside the bathroom and leaped over my bed grabbing my phone and eventually found myself sprawled on the floor as I ended up rolling over the edge of bed.



<*BLLLLAGGGGG>



Aigooo, my back.



I excitedly read the text message as I nursed my aching back.



Hey Geek, 10am tomorrow at the National Museum. Jiyong



National Museum? Museum? MUSEUM???! What the hell! That is soooo unromantic!! I was expecting so much after he sent me the flowers. But MUSEUM?! ARgghh!



Hey Jerk, who are you calling Geek? You have yet to convince me to 'rent' you, remember? And of all places, why the National Museum? Dara



I sent the text and waited for his reply....and waited....and waited...OMYGOSHHH!!!! He's really pissing me off!!



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SANDARA's POV



I was tapping my feet impatiently and I looked at my watch once more. It's already 10:30 am and Jiyong is nowhere to be found!



Here I am wearing a very cute pink dress and white stilettos (which are by the way, killing every nerves in my legs and feet. Gosh! I'll be crippled after this!), while the jerk is THIRTY EFFING MINUTES LATE!



I let out an irritated sigh and slumped my shoulders. So much for my first date. I was busy being miserable when someone poked my right shoulder. I looked at my right side and a finger poked my cheek.



"Gotcha", he said nonchalantly. I furiously turned at him and was welcomed by the scent of his perfume coupled with his hot looks which made me forgive him for being late in an instant.



"Hey...", I muttered weakly. Hey??? Oh my gosh, Dara! You should've scolded him forcefully! Why are you acting like a high school teenager!!!



"Why are you late?!", I managed to ask. Hoorraaayyy!! I found my long-lost tongue!



He just shrugged his shoulders and smirked at me while placing both hands in his pockets. He's unbelievable. How can he act cool after making me wait for 30 minutes?



"You really dressed up.", he said. Is that a compliment or just a mere observation? I just fidgeted nervously while checking myself if I look fine. I mean, I'm not really used to wearing this kind of outfit but I decided to try it since this is my first date.



"Let's go.", I heard him say as he turned around and started walking. My mouth was hanging open as I stared at his back. How can he just leave like that?? Shouldn't he act all sweet and cheesy to get my approval so I'll decide to 'rent' him??



Hmph! His chance of becoming my 'rented boyfriend' is diminishing by each passing minute. He better have something great up his sleeves to change my mind because right now, all I can say is he's such a jerk. A hot jerk, my mind countered. True that.



Jiyong the Jerk is wearing a comfortable casual shirt and denim pants and I must say, he's really grabbing the attention of all the females within the vicinity. Their eyes are twinkling as he passed by them.



Anyway, I trailed behind him as he continued walking. I was taking small baby steps because of my high heels but he doesn't seem to notice it. Or does he? I heard him chuckle as he stole a glance at my shoes. He suddenly quickens his pace. He's deliberately doing this! GAHHDD, this JERK!!



I didn't dare complain because I know this is my fault. Somehow, I have a feeling that he'll just put the blame on me so I'd rather shut my mouth than admit he's right. I should've worn something comfortable, aiishht! I thought the National Museum is just a meeting place and we'll go to some cozy place.




I was busy looking at the pavement, trying not to trip and lose my life in the process. When I lifted my gaze, he's gone! I started to worry. Did he abandon me? Is it because I look ridiculous wearing this super high stilettos and super cutesy pink dress? But I've searched the online fashion sites and this is the latest trend!



I stopped walking and started darting my eyes everywhere with a worried look. Did he enter the museum already or did he turn towards the park? When I turned my gaze at the far right, I saw him leaning on the wall with his arms crossed, laughing at me. I frowned and pouted as I quickly went to him.



"You should've seen your face, I thought you're gonna cry.", he said wh