Two days after their conversation, Ryker cornered Lila outside her afternoon class.
The hallway was loud.
Students rushing.
Lockers slamming.
She immediately sighed.
"No."
Ryker blinked.
He leaned against the brick wall, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"I haven't said anything yet."
"You want me to be your fake girlfriend."
"Correct."
"No."
Ryker rubbed his forehead.
A frustrated breath escaped his lips.
"Can you at least pretend to think about it?"
"I did."
"And?"
"No."
"Very thoughtful."
Lila laughed despite herself.
The sound surprised her.
Ryker looked annoyingly handsome when he was frustrated.
His dark hair was slightly messy.
His sharp jawline tight.
Which irritated her.
"Last time asking," he said.
He stepped closer, lowering his voice so the passing c
