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Here's the second chapter! I'll try to update every day. This is so much fun; it just writes itself! Chapter 3 should be up tomorrow-ish...
At first there was just silence as they all stared at me. Quinn's eyes were wide and she was frantically shaking her head back and forth, until James glanced her way and she stopped.
"Yeah, right," Zoey finally said.
"A girlfriend? You don't have girlfriends. You just have dates."
"Anyway, how could you be dating someone and not tell us? Why would you do that?"
"Look," I said, ignoring their questions. "I have a girlfriend, okay? And that's all you need to know. So just drop it. I'm not going on a date with Bonnie."
"Oh, yeah?" said Michael suspiciously. "What's her name?"
"Uh," I said, looking around the room for inspiration. "Bryn." I winced. That sounded awfully close to "Quinn".
"Really," James said, in a tone that implied he didn't believe a word of it. I gulped.
"So, how come none of us have met her?" Zoey asked. "Does she go to PCA?"
"No!" I said. "No, she doesn't." That would make it easier—to have an imaginary girlfriend who conveniently the gang had no chance of ever meeting.
"So when and where did you meet her, then?" Lola asked, confused. "You haven't been of campus in the last two and a half months, unless you count, like, Vaccarro."
"Um," I said. "I met her when I was visiting my dad last?"
"That was like four months ago," said Michael. "You've been flirting with girls since then."
"Oh, right," I said, trying to think fast. "I got mixed up. She does go to PCA."
Quinn let out a soft groan and put her head in her hands.
"So then how come we've never met her?" Zoey repeated, after sharing weird looks with the others.
"You just…don't have any classes together?" I tried.
"I've seen her," Quinn spoke up. I had never been more grateful for the help. Everyone turned to look at her with surprise.
"Really?" said Zoey. It was obvious from her tone of voice that she hadn't believed me at all until Quinn spoke. But of course, if Quinn said it was true, then it had to be true. Yeesh.
"What's she look like?" asked Lola.
"Oh, um," I said. I was probably saying "um" way too much, but I couldn't help it. "You know. Like a girl."
"Red hair," Quinn supplied.
"Right," I agreed. "Red hair. And…you know. Like a girl."
"How long have you been dating her?" James asked, furrowing his brow. Really, I was getting tired of the 20 questions.
"For about two and a half months, okay?" I snapped, beginning to get annoyed.
"And yet in all that time you never told us? We've never seen her or noticed you go out on dates?" Zoey was sounding suspicious again.
I shrugged. "Mostly we just talk on the phone."
"I've never heard you on the phone with any 'Bryn'," Michael argued.
"I meant texting." I just wished something would happen just to get their stupid attention away from me.
"So what's she like?" Lola asked.
"Oh, you know…" I said, crossing over to the mini fridge and pulling out a Coke. "Nice. And stuff."
"Right," Zoey said uncertainly. Just then Michael's ringtone blasted through the room, and everyone turned to look at him. I breathed a sigh of relief and took a swig of my Coke.
"Hello?...Oh, hey Bonnie….Actually, no, I just found out he's busy…Yeah, sorry…Okay, then. Bye."
"Date cancelled," Michael said, rolling his eyes at me. I grinned.
"So, when do we get to meet Bryn?" James said casually. I froze.
"Maybe Bryn could be killed?" I suggested, pacing back and forth in the small space of the janitor's closet. "Or is that too much? I guess I could dump her. Or she could dump me. Or move to, like, Estonia."
"Estonia?" echoed Quinn. "You've heard of Estonia?"
"Yeah, it's in Canada, right?" Quinn rolled her eyes, but I didn't pay much attention. "Anyway, how do I get rid of her?"
"I have no idea," said Quinn. "Sure, you can say you broke up—but remember what they said? If you don't show evidence, i.e. introduce them to 'Bryn' in the next forty-eight hours, they're going to make you walk around campus for an hour in a—"
"I know!" I cut her off, not wanting to be reminded of the horrible consequences that awaited me if my lie was revealed. "God, where are we going to find a nice redhead girl who goes to PCA that none of the gang have ever met and will go along with the plan and let me introduce her as 'Bryn'?" I groaned and sagged against the door.
"You got me there," said Quinn. "Excuse me." She was reaching for the door handle.
"What are you doing?" I asked, surprised. "You're leaving? What about my problem?"
"Why don't you take it up with Bryn?" she suggested sarcastically. "You can stroke her red, red hair and text her late into the night, because she's just nice like that."
I stared at her for several long moments, completely bewildered. She didn't meet my gaze. Then a slow smile spread across my face.
"Quinn Pensky," I said softly. "Are you jealous of an imaginary person?"
"No," Quinn snapped. I raised my eyebrows. Then she sighed. "I guess it's pretty silly, isn't it?" she admitted, biting her lip.
"Very silly," I said before I kissed her.
And in that moment, I really couldn't care less if my friends made me parade around campus in a—ugh.