"Don't get the wrong idea." He instated casually. I felt insecure and unsafe. "It's only for show . . . . we have to be a fake couple in order to divert the Editor's Club's attention." He asserted. As if in a caprice, I turned to run but he caught my shoulder. I felt an aura of insouciance from him and his comely eyes were telling me that there was nothing to be afraid of.
"Listen Kay, I know that you went through a traumatic experience and I know what I'm saying maybe shocking but trust me . . . . It's the only way. There was other scoundrels like Luke in this school." He told seriously, his eyes growing mischievous. I bit my lips and turned to face him once again.
"Why do you want to help me?" I asked. "Why do you want you get involved in my problems? What would you gain from it?"I ask
