It's the obnoxious strawberry guy from the store yesterday... There is NO WAY I'm going to ask him for help. But he's my one and only chance. Wouldn't it be a waste of time?
I rush over to him, pushing past a few people who appear to have bathed in cologne. He had his hands in his pockets and his face was expressionless until I grabbed hold of him. "What are you-" he exclaimed, surprised. "Please don't act weirdly. Pretend to be my boyfriend," I said quietly.
Strawberry guy, as I call him, stares at me blankly, then looks at the men behind me and then back at me, his face neutral.
"No, miss, he's not your boyfriend, he doesn't even know who you are-" the second guy began, but was cut off.
"Do you have a problem with my girlfriend?" Strawberry guy raised his hand. That caught me off guard, but I quickly masked it, afraid they'd figure out I was lying. Thank goodness he understood what I was saying!
"Oh, this lovely lady is your girlfriend? So lovely." They kept mocking us. I looked at Strawberry Guy and told him to do something—anything...
When I felt Strawberry Guy's hand tightly clasp mine, I mentally gasped. I looked up at him to see if he was serious about assisting me. He took some money from his wallet and threw it on the three guys' faces with his other free hand.
It took the guys a moment to realize what was going on as the money fell to the floor, but they were quick on their feet and were already kneeling on the floor to retrieve the money.
"Is it money you seek? Then come here, get everything, and stay out of my way. This is going to be the last warning for you." Strawberry guy from beside me said in a low and deep voice, attempting to intimidate them while still holding my hands.
I could feel my palm sweating from his touch, and I silently prayed that he wouldn't notice and mock me later...
I guess it worked because the three guys were still on the floor, unconcerned about us.
"Now, if you'll excuse us," Strawberry guy said, dragging me away from the scene, and I stumbled slightly as he picked up the pace, pulling me along. I slung the shopping bag across my chest. As we exited, a wave of relief washed over me... I hadn't realized how much sweat had accumulated on my brow until now.
Once we were out of the mall and on the streets, he let go of my hand and stuffed his hands back into his pocket.
He gave me a cold stare before walking away without saying anything else.
I felt a little guilty for dragging him into this mess.
I also owe him gratitude.
"Hold on!"
I called out, but he continued walking.
I was thinking about his name...
I don't even know what his name is!
"Strawberry guy!" I yelled. That was the first thing that came to my mind.
He freezes, and I take advantage of the opportunity to catch up to him.
"First and foremost, I apologize for dragging you into this." I started when I managed to grab his attention. "Those guys keep asking me if I have a boyfriend. I didn't have any, so I was desperate to find a guy just to play a part. And then you appeared, and I reasoned that you might be able to assist me because you owe me money." I rambled a little too quickly.
"Strawberry guy? And what do I owe you?" He asked after I was finished.
Is he serious? Are those the only words from my speech that he remembered?
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His Winter Heart (Book 1 of Hearts Series) Completed
Teen Fiction"Why are you angry?" I asked him. "It's not like we're a couple." He stopped, and stared at me, boring my eyes with his emerald eyes. "If we are..." He paused, clenching his jaw, "then am I allowed to be angry?" I looked at him like he was insane. ...
