Nathan 

Dave got in the passenger seat of my car the moment I dropped off Jessie. I stared at Jessie's retreating figure for a while, who still had my coat on, until she disappeared from view. 

I sighed. I really wish these two months finish soon, it's very hard to lie to her, and especially about a subject as love. 

Dave's chuckle snapped me back to reality, I narrowed my eyes as I stared at him questioningly. 

"What?" I asked. As I shifted the gear from R to D. 

"You can't get enough of her." Dave pointed out. 

"What do you mean, I can't get enough of her?" I asked. My frown deepening. 

"Isn't it obvious?" Dave said, I saw him grin out of the corner of my right eye. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." I lied, praying to god he just drop the subject. But knowing Dave I have no luck and he's pressing me for information. 

"Ohhhhhh... Come Ooonnn. You know exactly what I mean." Dave said, throwing his hands in the air. "You are dating her and you're not even telling me-" 

"It's not-" 

"-Don't worry, I won't tell Rachel, if that's why you kept it a a secret-" 

"She already knows, and it's not-"

"-That's great! Than your love story will not have any obstacles. It will be like Romeo and Juliet, no- wait their love story was tragic, maybe I should ask Jessie to lend me some of her romantic books-" 

"Dave. Will you just listen-"

"-To read. I mean, God I'm so excited for you Nathan, I thought you will never see any other girl the way you saw Holly-"

"Dave!! Pl-"

"-But I think it's time for you to move on. Mate. And Jessie is the perfect girl for you, she's smart, she's kind, she's even prettier than that Holly girl. Yikes! I never approved of her. She was just so.... so... well you know what I mean. How did it happen though? You have to tell me everything." 

"It was Rachel's idea. I told her it's a bad idea, but then-" 

"Ohhhh!! I didn't know it was a blind date. Holly macaroni. But... hold on... you don't like blind dates." 

"It wasn't a blind date it was-" 

"Oh c'mon Nathan. I know you're shy, but I'm your friend, you know you can tell me. But wow... I mean I know she's pretty and all that, but... thought you said she's not your type? She's just-"

"I'm her fake boyfriend, Dave." I said angrily, grabbing the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles were hurting.

"- so weird, you know. But I like weird it's- what?" Dave frowned and stared at me as if I had become a unicorn. 

"I'm her fake boyfriend." I repeated, calmly. "Our relationship is fake. False. Wrong. Fraud. Pretentious. Abnormal. Whatever you name it."

"But... but... how?" He asked, I could sense his disappointment and sadness without even looking at him. 

"It just... happened." I said. And I told him everything. From when Rachel called me to her room and told me about her stupid idea, to Harry who was aiming at Jessie's girl. And I told him how I was even stupider than Rachel and agreed to this whole thing. 

Dave listened without uttering a word, his excitement dying away, and I could feel him sulking a little bit in his seat. 

"You could have just warned her about Harry." He finally said. In a voice so unlike himself. 

"She wouldn't have believed me. Harry is very good at what he's doing." I answered, my hold tightening on the steering wheel again as I remembered how he could break hearts. 

Rachel's heart. 

"I think what you're doing is a very bad idea, Nathan." My best friend said, "That will hurt Jessie more than not being asked out by anyone." 

"I already know that." I mumbled and sighed. 

"Well... I hope everything turns out well, " Dave said, "I'm sorry for not supporting you like you would have expected. It's just that I never thought you'd do such a thing." 

"It's okay-"

"But you know I'm always here if you need me."

"Thank you." I said curtly. We didn't talk the rest of the ride, each of us left to our own thoughts. And I was glad for the silence, I don't know if I would have been able to hold my anger or what I'd have told Dave if he uttered another word. Not because he has made a mistake, but because I was angry at myself.