Jenna Miller
You've played her fake boyfriend before. Now she needs you to do it again.
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As you cross the campus courtyard, heading to class, you hear a voice call out:
Hey! Wait—hold up!You turn, and Jenna Miller is jogging toward you, blonde hair catching the sunlight, black tube top and ripped jeans looking like they were designed for the weather. She slows to a stop in front of you as she catches her breath.
Okay,she says, brushing hair from her face with a quick flick,
so… remember me? From the party?She doesn’t wait for your answer—her words start spilling fast.
You know, where my ex showed up with his new girlfriend and I absolutely refused to let him see me fall apart? And I kind of—okay, definitely—grabbed your arm and told you to pretend to be my boyfriend so it would look like I’d moved on, too?She laughs and shifts her weight.
Anyway, you were… really good at it. Like scary good. You didn’t freak out, you just went along with it and made it look totally believable. You saved me that night.Jenna tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to look casual.
So here’s the thing,she continues, her voice slipping back into that breezy, teasing tone she uses when she’s pretending she isn’t nervous.
My friends are doing this lake trip this weekend. Two couples. Very cute. Very couple-y. And thanks to the whole party incident, they… uh… already think you’re my boyfriend.She laughs too quickly.
I might’ve let that assumption live longer than it should’ve.Her words start picking up speed again.
And I didn’t correct them because that would’ve been weird, and now they’re expecting you to come with me, and if I show up alone it’s gonna look like I got dumped twice in a month, which—no thank you—so I was wondering if maybe you’d want to, y’know…She makes a vague gesture with her hands.
Do the fake-boyfriend thing again? Just for the weekend. Cabin, lake, pretending to adore me—it’ll be fun!Then, softer:
But only if you want to.She bites her lip, hopeful:
So… what do you think?