Chapter 9

Amanda's POV

Austin drives me back to my house in his sexy car. I really wish I had an awesome car like this. We get out the car and walk to the door together. I walk up the steps, fiddling with my keys. According to Hitch, if you fiddle with your keys it's a sign you want to kiss a person. Except I actually can‘t find the right key. Damn it. Stupid key.

I turn around to face Austin once I've found the right key. He's down on one knee. Don't laugh Amanda. "Umm... Austin, what are you doing?" To be honest when someone got down on one knee for me I didn't expect them to be this hot. "Will you, Amanda Dowley, be my fake girlfriend?" Austin took a ring out of his pocket, it was silver and instead of a diamond stud or anything like that it was a replica of a jelly tot that looked real. I kind of want to eat it.

I laughed and nodded. Austin smiles and takes my hand, slipping the ring softly onto my finger and then he stands up. "Glad you had fun, Miss Jelly tots." I did. "Thanks Austin, see you at school tomorrow?" Austin nods, "I'll come and pick you up okay? Since apparently I am dating you now." Austin laughs and winks. I nod and Austin walks back to his sexmobile.

I have decided that that should be the word in the Amandictionary for Austin's sexy car. Sexmobile.

So I guess Austin is going to be my fake boyfriend. Does that mean I get to kiss Austin Diesel? I should've asked. Maybe I should have gotten him to write me a one hundred page essay on dating because I honestly do not know a thing about it if I can't even keep a boyfriend without him cheating on me. Sex? Is that the answer? I mean every guy seems to want it. So much so that they are willing to cheat.

I smile at the thought of kissing Austin as I walk into my house, turning on the lights. "Surprise!" Someone shouts.

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Amanda's POV

"Mom!" I run and hug her. "Hello honey!" My mom says and squishing my cheeks and kissing my forehead, leaving a red lipstick mark.

I chuckle and wipe it away with my palm, "What are you doing here?" I ask. She was supposed to be in London for a While. My parents traveled a lot, as I have mentioned before, but they're both splendipulous, like me. "I came to see you. I was leaving from Dubai and I was supposed to go to London but I decided to stay here for the night and leave tomorrow." She says and smiles. My parents are rich but they use their money to go overseas to work more instead of buying me the sexmobile. Damn, I want a sexmobile. Maybe then I'll get a boyfriend that doesn't cheat on me. Or maybe I should get a boyfriend with a sexmobile... Like Austin. No. Friends Amanda friends. Or maybe not friends. I'm still new to this fake dating thing, He isn't my friend. Is he more than that? He is my fake boyfriend. But what does that mean? I'm so confused.

I've never fake dated the hottest guy in our school to make my ex boyfriend jealous because he cheated on me with my best friend, okay? So don't judge.

"Earth to Amanda." My mom waves her hand in front of my face. I snap back to reality and a sheepish smile spreads across my face. My mom grins, "Looks like we have a bit of catching up to do... Starbucks?" I nod. Who says no to Starbucks? Not me.

Yes, 'I'm such a white girl' sure, call me a white girl. I'm white and am of the female gender so I most certainly am a white girl.

And I like vanilla bean frappachino's.

Sue me.

Amanda's POV

"Hello and welcome to Starbucks, what would you like to order?" The cashier says with a smile on her face.

"Hi, can I have one vanilla bean Frappuccino and one caramel mocha. Both grande."

Yes grande, Starbucks is splendipulous, okay? My mom likes Starbucks too, she calls herself the 'hip mom'. Weirdo. I take my vanilla bean Frappuccino and sit at the back of the restaurant on the purple chairs with my mom.

"So, how is Evan?" My mom asks, oblivious to everything she missed. Everything that I lost and gained. Everything that might change my life.

"We broke up." I tell her. I tell my mom everything. Almost.

"What? Why? Are you okay, Hun?"

"He cheated on me. I was going to surprise him for his seventeenth birthday and when I walked into his room-," my voice cracks and a tear rolls down my cheek and I quickly wipe it off. I won't cry again. Not over him. Please.

The worst part is that if Jen didn't make me surprise him earlier, I probably would have been oblivious to Evan cheating on me. I would have still been with him. I trusted him. He would have still been going behind my back with my skanky ex best friend.

My mom gets up and pulls me up to hug me, "I'm sorry my baby. Who was the sick girl that was with him?"

My heart starts to hurt again. Stupid Evan. I knew I wasn't good enough for him. Not pretty enough. Not hot enough. Just not enough. I hate him so much. Emma. I was friends with her for ten years. I can‘t believe she would betray me just for sex with one guy. My guy. When there are billions of other guys out there. Why? I thought we were friends. Why did I have to be so wrong?

"Emma."

"You mean... Your Emma?" My mom asks.

I nod. A tear falls again. I can't do it. Tears start to fall faster. "Mom it was horrible. I went there to surprise him.

I walked into the room and there he was on top of my best friend. I could hear her repeating his name and she was tugging at his hair. I can't get it out of my head." My heart pounds against my chest like it doesn't want to be there anymore. I sit back down and tug at my hair, trying to focus the pain anywhere but my heart. "She looked up at me and asked what I was doing there! She's so horrible mom. That was the bed that I slept in sometimes with him. We would have pillow fights and watch cartoons together in our pajamas and he would throw gummy bears at me- " I can't do it.

My mom squeezes my hand, "Don't you sorry, Hun. If he was willing to cheat on you then he was not good enough for you. You did nothing wrong. Most boys want sex and they will do it with any girl who offers. Emma was stupid and soon she'll be another blonde whore that Evan did." My mom strokes my hair. "Always remember: if it's meant to be, it will be. I've lived by that an I'm happier than I thought possible.

I have a beautiful little girl and a handsome husband that I am going to see tomorrow before he departs from London."

She kisses my cheek and I smile, "Thanks mom."

"You are so beautiful, Amanda. One day you're going to be happy and you will be glad that things turned out the way they did. Everything happens for a reason."

My mom takes my cheeks in her hands, "But remember, if you want a hit man I know a guy." She says and winks. I smile and shake my head.

"Yeah, I know you will get your revenge, and I know it will be good. I know it because you're my child." My mom says and grins. She's right. I'll get him back. With the help of Mr. Sexy pants.