The Fill - In Boyfriend
Episode 3

I shrugged my shoulders and faced the gym door. I don't need a date, real or otherwise. My friends like me regardless of who I have been with or not with. Even when I think about it, I wish it were true. I can't lose my girlfriend and my friends in one night. I need them in my life. As I started walking, the headlights reflected my shadow onto the asphalt in front of me. I turned around when the car and the lights went off.

The man stepped out. "Are you going to go in there without me after all begging?"

CHAPTER 2

I smile. I can't help it. He actually wears a black — suit, with a light gray tie. His glasses are gone and he's tall.

Here's what I need. We will be seen. He could break up with me at the end of the night. There was no arrogant expression from Jules, no sigh of mercy from Laney, and no head telling the truth from Claire. And it will approach the truth. My show's filler just rearranged the order of tonight's show for me. There's no harm in that. Especially if it keeps the evil Jules in the quarter away.

“Hai,” I said, approaching his car, where he was still standing near the open door as if he had not fully committed to this idea. "You look great." My eyes were fixed on her hair so I could see better now that I was closer. That's messy. The mess he was trying to tame, it seems.

“Sit for a moment.” I pointed to his car seat. He raised an eyebrow but according. I took a small comb out of my koplan and used it to style her hair. When it was from his forehead and was in good shape, I nodded in satisfaction. “You cleaned well.”

He sighed. "Let's finish this with."

He stood up and offered me an elbow. Instead I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the gym.

“Wah. Wait a minute, "he said, my body jolted to a halt, which was actually not very pleasant to me. “I need a little background story here. You're trying to convince your friends that we really know each other, huh? ”

“Oh, correct. Let's see."

“A name would be a good start.”

I laugh. I haven't even told him my name. I'm Gia Montgomery. Seventeen. Senior here, at the beautiful Freemont High School. I'm a member of OSIS and usually don't have to ask for a date. Like, I never did it before today. "

"noted."

“And for the next two hours you are Bradley Harris. Junior's at UCLA, by the way, my parents disagree. They think you're too old for me. ”

"I" he said.

I'm not sure if he's talking about Bradley or himself. I think he has implied before that he is still in high school. "How old are you?"

“If I am a junior who will make me at least, what? Twenty-one?"

He's talking about Bradley. I rolled my eyes. "Yes. But it's only four years older than me. "

"I'm only in high school for five more weeks and you sound like my parents now."

He shrugged his shoulders. They sound like good parents.

"Well, it doesn't matter anymore. At the end of the night you can break up with me. In front of my friends, preferably. Try not to show it off. Quickly and without sound. Then, like the real Bradley, you can go forever and this will be over. " A throat formed in my throat as I said that, as I imagined Bradley moving away from me as if it was the easiest thing in the world to do. I put away the shadow and gave her a smile.

I can handle it.

"good. So what about your sister? Is he going to give us trouble there? Running across the gym shouting your name? ”

"No. My sister wouldn't expect me to be there, looking like this. And she really liked her date. But if I see it coming, I will make sure to prevent it and tell him. He's cool. He's gonna come play. "

"Why don't you send him a message? Just in case."

"Yes, but in a quick change, I forgot my phone." He patted her in his pocket to show that she was serious.

She's gonna be cool?

He'll be fine.

Okay, I think we're ready, then.

He grinned at me like I missed something obvious.

"What?"

"none. Let's go." He had a slow and confident pace while walking with me to the gym. He doesn't even mind holding my hand.

Right inside the door I handed it to the teacher behind the ticket table that I bought for Bradley and me and we proceeded to the main hall. The music is loud — live band — and not too good. The band was the winner of the audition we held for this show, so they were the best of the worst. Last year we hired a popular local band, but with "more affordable" ticket prices, Mr. Lund said we didn't have the budget for that this year.

I saw my friends and their date across the room, standing around the high table. I closed my eyes for a moment and channeled every ounce of acting ability I had in my body, which was not too much but had to be done. Next to me, my date doesn't even look nervous. Of course not — has nothing to lose.

“My sister is dancing, so I think we're fine for now,” he said.

I followed her gaze to a girl dressed in blue skirt her dress was full of swollen layers. She's sweet, long brown hair, friendly face. I've never seen him before in my life so he must be younger than me. Although he said they had just moved here, so maybe they had just moved here. I didn't recognize her date either, so I went back to the younger theory.