Faked Love

Chapter 6

Diana

After a long day at the university I dropped exhausted at the kitchen table and went through my mail, which I had just taken out of the letterbox. Superficially, I went through the letters and distributed them on two stacks. One made all the bill and the other one everything that had nothing to do with money. For me, the first stack was always a reason why I did not like to read my mail. To read how much money I had gone out for this month, just was not a nice occupation. But I had to go through it.

So I rummaged my block out of my bag and then grabbed a letter, which I ripped open to read how much money I had to pay and then wrote the number on my note. Fortunately, I had never been really bad, so I managed to figure out the whole numbers without any mistakes.

About half an hour later I was finished and even more depressed than today in the last lesson. My head was literally smoking and I put my chin on the table top. The worst thing about beeing an adult definitely is having to pay all by yourself and having no more parents to give you pocket money for the next month. To pay for this would require many hours of overtime.

Suddenly, however, I had a completely different idea. Although I was not a lazy person, but if there was a way to quickly get at least a little more money, I should actually accept him, right? And there was a way. I knew that.

Thoughtfully, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and wiped across the screen. Then I went into my contacts and searched in my call list for Natalie's number. When she appeared, I stopped immediately and stared as if spellbound at the sequence of numbers. A single call and my money problems would be solved. Just a call! At the thought my heart automatically beat faster and breathing almost automatically became more difficult. That was certainly a lousy idea and I would regret it later determined.

But although I knew that, without much thought I pressed on the small box with the number. Immediately the phone started dialing and I grabbed my hair. Should I really do it? Or maybe it would be better to hang up directly?

"f**k", I swore softly, but did not hang up, waiting for someone to call in. It was a great opportunity, Grace had meant as well, when I told her about the offer I had made I even guessed it, even after I told her about Dylan's reaction, and Grace was my best friend after all, as she would hardly advise me to do something bad on purpose.

"Diana?" Came the voice of Mrs. Hayden after a few seconds of silence. "Yes," I answered, sounding more confident when I actually felt. "Are you because of the offer?", In her voice you could hear her hope flare up, apparently the whole thing was really important to her. "Yes," I gave the same brief answer again, as I needed a few more seconds, to overcome me: "And I would like to accept it."

There was silence for a moment, but then her voice rang again and you could hear her happy answer: "That's great, Diana, so you can come tomorrow to clarify the details and your wrong relationship so fast it can start, is that alright? " "Uh, of course," I said a little surprised and felt how my heart suddenly slipped in the pants ... Now I just had to tell Dylan about that.

"At what time?", I preferred to keep on asking, hoping to distract myself from what was to come: "And where? Back at the same address as last time? "" Is three o'clock in the afternoon okay for you? ", She suggested immediately and somehow I liked how she did not just set an appointment, but first asked me if that was also for me went, although she could just pretend something. After all, I was the kind of person who wanted the job from her and not the other way around.

"Yes, fifteen o'clock sounds good," I told her immediately, then waited for her to say a place, "perfect, but this time you'd rather come to our house, because I know now that you want to do it," she started to speak and I nodded affirmatively, although I knew that she could not see this through the listener anyway: "Besides, you can also get to know my son."

I swallowed at that thought. That, and Dylan, were my only problem at the whole deal. Because somehow I did not have a good feeling when I thought about spending time with a completely unknown person, whose reputation did not necessarily seem to be positive.

"Alright, see you tomorrow," I mumbled and, after saying goodbye, put on my bed, and I felt uncomfortable in the meantime, knowing I had to talk to Dylan about it, but again his response last time put a punch in my heart, he had just left, and since then he had responded sporadically to messages, but I did not want to introduce myself as he would now, but now I had to go with mine Anyway, I tried to persuade myself while scrolling back up until I came to a standstill with his number.

With a heavy heart, I pressed the green receiver and rose from my chair with my phone in my hand. In my mind I went to the fridge, grabbed a popsicle and then left the kitchen. I left the opened bills carelessly on the table.

Guided by my instinct I went to my room and sat down on the windowsill. The sky was gray and cloudy, indicating a likely late summer thunderstorm.

After the toot of my cell phone suddenly stops for a few seconds, I sprayed my ears. "What do you want, Diana?" Dylan mumbled through the speaker in a lousy and sleepy voice, sighing and opening my ice cream, "So you're still angry."

For a moment, I thought he would not answer because he paused, but then his voice rang out, "No, not anymore." Actually, at that moment, I wanted to take a stone of my heart, but I knew that his condition would not last long if I told him what I had done.

"Why are you asking?" He inquired, when I did not say so and immediately made a suspicious impression again. "Oh, just like that," I cut it off quickly, but my voice was thin and hesitant: "Can we do it again? Talk about the offer, you know that would be a chance for me to make more money faster than working overtime. " "Hmm," he grumbled, knowing that I was right that this was well-earned money and would help me a lot.

"Wouldn't you take that chance?" I inquired, knowing I would not have acted differently if I were in. Well, maybe he would have talked to me about it before he made a final decision I knew him well and knew that he would have tried to talk me out of it, if I had asked him before.

"I don't know," he said, and I could hear in his voice that he meant it honestly, "But why are you even asking me that?" I took a deep breath and felt the sudden warmth that was coming to me Time for the truth, delaying it even longer would not make it any better anyway.

"Please do not rush now and just listen to me, yes?" I asked him with increasing uncertainty in my voice, but continued before he could answer anything at all, as I did not want to lose his attention already: " I just called and said that I'm doing the job. But only because I need the money and I talked to Mrs. Hayden. She said that it is not a problem that I actually have you. This thing with her son will be just a fake relationship and will not affect our real relationship. I promise it!"

The words literally bubbled out of me so that I could only keep silent when I was finished, since I had no further explanations. Just a sigh came from the phone and then the screen and the merciless monotone Tuten showed me that the connection had been broken. Immediately I froze and took a few seconds to realize what had just happened. He had really just hung up without a word.

"s**t," I cursed loudly, stepping furious against the wall in front of me, why did it all have to be s**t ?!