Destiny’s P. O. V.
Here I am. Sitting in my favourite restaurant and in front of someone, I barely know. He might have started hanging out with us, recently but I have no idea who he really is. But, he must be a nice boy since he agreed to go on a fake date to make... someone I like, jealous. There is awkwardness but I know it's just me.
As if he will confess. He used to like me before I stomped on his heart. Now, we are just friends... and that hurts. Tamara thinks this would work but I don't know. I let out a sigh, inaudible and look back at Jacob, with a polite, genuine smile. He smiles back and straightens up. "... you are a senior in high school?" "huh?" I blink and then awkwardly smile at him.
He clears his throat and nods, "Tamara told me you are a senior too..."
I nod, "Yeah
