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You nearly drop your ds. Fleur De Lis, THE most popular girl in crystal prep is talking to you.

>"W-what? Why me?"

"Do I need one? Do you accept or no?"

No way. This screams prank. You're going to go there and someone is gonna pants you or kick your ass, but there's that one percent...

>"Ok... I'll go."

"Lovely! Let's exchange numbers, I'll text you."

After swapping numbers she says goodbye and leaves you sitting in the now stunned classroom. The stares and whispers make your skin crawl so you pack your bag and leave to your next class.

>"I hope this isn't a prank..."

Your phone vibrates, a text from her.

<I'll have my chauffeur pull in front of your house at 6.>

How does she know where I live? The flags grow redder by the second, this is a stupid idea. You go through the rest of the day without incident, but word of the ordeal was already spread across the school and you swear you now have a target on your head with a lot of guys giving you the stink eye.

Walking back home you see your dad watching tv and mom making food.

>"I'm home."

Dad looks over at you, mom giving a quick hello before going back to cooking.

"Anon, how was school today?"

>"Alright, I'm actually going out with someone in a bit so I better get ready."

"And you didn't think to ask us first?"

>"Sorry."

Dad laughs and leans back into the couch.

"Don't worry about it, it's not everyday you actually do something outside of the house. So, whatcha doing?"

Nothing wrong with a half truth right? Probably not a good idea to tell em you're going out with a rich girl who might ruin what's left of your social life.

>"Just getting some food with a friend."

"Well, don't be out too late. Ten at the latest."

He goes back to surfing channels and you head upstairs to get spiffy, dosen't hurt to at least look presentable. Digging through your drawers you find some ok duds, fix the knicks in your hair, and kill time playing vidya. Sadly, the end times arrive as mom calls you downstairs, heading down you see your wor- holy shit.

"Good evening Anon, I trust you are ready for tonight?"

She cute. Very cute. A beautiful pale pink frilly blouse with a matching skirt. Your dad is looking at you with the biggest shit eating grin.

>"Yeah. All set."

 

That ride was the most uncomfortable experience you ever had. Sitting in a fancy car being driven by a scary MIB lookin guy with the most popular girl in school mere inches from you, thank god you're wearing deodorant.

The car comes to a stop at the fancy part of town in front of restaurant with a name you can't read. ザ・ゲーム

"Enjoy your night Ms. Lis."

"Thank you. Come Anon, I hope you like Japanese."

You nod and follow her into the restaurant and holy crap is this place fancy, it's like one of my Japanese animes. A man dressed to the nines greets you with a bow.

"Irasshaimase. The six-thirty, private room? Come, your table is ready."

The both of you follow him to a hallway with rows off sliding doors, opening one and gestures you inside. It's a cozy/fancy place with a knee high table and four cushions around it. With what knowledge you have about Japanese etiquette you take off your shoes and sit cross legged on a cushion, with Fleur taking the spot across from you. The waiter passes two menus.

"Drinks?"

"Sakura-cha, rinse the blossoms."

>"W-water please."

With nod he leaves, sliding the door closed. Fleur opens her menu and hums to herself, you open your's and are immediately confused with the options.

>"What do you recommend?"

"I usually order an arrangement of sashimi, but I am partial to unagi. Don't worry about picking, I have it planned out."

Cool I guess. Closing the menu the waiter returns with your drinks an Fleur places an order for something called 'kappo ryori' and he leaves yet again. Fleur pours tea into her cup and inhales the aroma, you can smell it from here. Flowery. She takes a sip and looks you in the eyes.

"Anon, I must thank you for accepting my invitation."

>"No biggie. Sorry if I'm repeating myself but why me?"

Another sip.

"I have a proposition for you. I need you to be my boyfriend."

You choke on your water, the hell did this bitch say! Paper walls, better whisper yell your confusion.

>"What?!"

"I'm in a rather precarious situation, in order to avoid it I need a boyfriend."

She refills her cup.

"You won't be doing this for free, compensation will be given."

Regaining your composure you repeat yourself.

>"Why. Me."

"I didn't pick you at random Anon, you fit the criteria I need for a boyfriend. Plain, but not ugly. Unpopular, but not a loser. The perfect example of an 'ordinary guy'."

You should feel insulted but she isn't wrong. This is to much to unpack, but you can't help but be curious about what her deal is.

>"Compensated how?"

"Outings like this, usual couple activities to keep up appearances. If it's money you're after, I'll oblige as well."

Her face looks stoic and elegant but there something off about it. Scared?

>"I don't think this is a go-"

"Two hundred a week, cash."

Something is definitely wrong here, that desperation in her voice. Every fiber of your being is telling you to run, but doing so might cause something bad to happen to her? Jesus, why the hell are you entertaining this?

>"Ok. I'll do it. Keep the money though, it dosen't feel right to me."

She breathes a sigh of relief holding her hand to her chest. She's shaking slightly.

"G-good. Now then, it's official. Starting tomorrow we are dating."

Fleur holds up her cup to you and you reluctantly raise yours as well.

>"Yeah. Dating."

How long is the food going to take?