«Ren, listen. This is the last time I pretend to be your girlfriend. If Tyler sees us walking hand in hand through Manhattan, he's going to flip out—and honestly, I wouldn't blame him. I'd be pissed too if I saw my boyfriend with someone else right after telling me he loves me!» Elaine mutters, clearly annoyed.
«I don't know what excuse you'll come up with next to hang out with Brianne. Just tell her we broke up, period. I still don't get why you're going through all this crap for her, though. The bet is over. You said you didn't want anything serious with her anyway.»
We're sitting on a bench in Times Square, waiting for Brianne to show up.
Lately, Elaine's been impossible about this Tyler thing.
First, she tells me we can't have sex anymore.
Now, we're not even allowed to hold hands—just to keep up the act in front of Brianne, like I'm some harmless guy in a relationship.
What's next? Ending our friendship? Pretending we don't even know each other?
