If Only He Was Mine

He was my fake boyfriend. I was his tutor. But no one needed to teach me that real feelings wasn't part of the deal.Marley Wix, the goes-to-school-and-studies-hard type of girl. That's what my superlative in the yearbook would be if my school cared. My graduation was in less than a month and I couldn't be more excited to get to college and start on my journey in finance. But my cousin Andrea, never let me forget that all my knowledge about numbers, hadn't transferred to boys. I had been dateless, boyfriend less, and never kissed in all four years of high school. Which was fine ... totally fine.So my birthday gift this year? A gag gift meant to remind me how alone I really was. But I was done letting her win. So I lied and said my boyfriend would do the dates with me from my gift ... but I was single. Very single.I almost gave in, until I overheard Wyatt Shaw pleading with his history professor for more time, so he doesn't fail. And it hit me. I would tutor him and he could be my fake boyfriend. The perfect match.Andrea would never know that the dates were fake and he could pass his senior year. It was the perfect plan ... until we kissed and then those long lashes and brown eyes were all I could think about. It was fine, I could do this. We were just friends ... I think.