Page 54 of False Play
Exactly. We need to go out more. Be seen together in public. The team is going to Tim’s, let’s go.
Kenny
Absolutely not. I’m tired.
Me
Come on, fake girlfriend, you gotta play your part tonight. Your handsome fake boyfriend is sad tonight because his team lost.
Me
I’ll tellyou what…this can count as the date of the week.
Kenny
Fine.
Me
Could you be any less excited?
Kenny
I am so excited to see you! I’ve missed you so much, my big teddy bear! <3
Me
I don’t appreciate your sarcasm, but you’re getting better at this girlfriend thing.
Kenny
FAKE girlfriend. Don’t forget it, pretty boy.
Me
Gotta remind yourself this isn’t real so you don’t grow obsessed with me?
Kenny
I’ll meet you there.
With a grin that made my cheeks hurt, I threw my phone into my stall and headed to the showers, feeling satisfied. This may have been fake, but I had every intention of making it fun.
It tookme longer than I thought it would to arrive at Tim’s, because my mother called me, and I had been avoiding her since the night I got ejected, so we had a lot to talk about. Talking to her lifted a weight off my shoulders, because a part of me thought she was going to be mad, but I should haveknown better. She was worried, and though it pained me to lie to her, I told her everything was fine.
The last thing I needed her to find out was that my father was actively still trying to contact me. She walked away for a reason, and she was happily married now, to a guy who adored the ground she walked on. Putting unnecessary stress on her was the last thing I was going to do. It was my responsibility to bear.
I parked in front of Tim’s, and as soon as I stepped out of my truck, a few paparazzi came out of nowhere.
“Anderson, how long have you and Kennedy Jones been dating?” one shouted.
“What do you have to say about the rumors that this is a PR relationship?” another one shouted.
Fucking hell.
I tried my best to get through them, but they kept snapping pictures. Hundreds of dots danced around my eyes with every camera click, almost blinding me. Suddenly, I felt someone grab my hand. My heart quickened, immediately recognizing Kennedy’s touch with the way electricity spread through my body.
The paparazzi went into an uproar when they saw Kennedy, taking more and more pictures by the second until she was finally able to push me inside as Tim held the door open.
