Clara’s POV

I was in a competitive mood. I like the adrenaline and the urge to win. Even if the prize is just the bed.

But I deserve that bed, I slept on the couch last night.

I will do everything I can to win.

Which brings me back to now.

“I think red would suit you the best. Oh but the dark blue dress was perfect on you.” Danielle held up two dinner frocks.

“Really? She looked quite stunning on the ivory one. Almost angelic.” Nicole said.

Oh yeah. I met Danielle’s twin, Nicole, last night. I accidentally mistaken her for Danielle and here we are.

“What do you think Clara?” they asked me.

I looked at myself on the full-length mirror on a fashion boutique.

“You’re the stylists. Why’re you asking me?” I teased. “And I just need a dress that will make Luke’s jaw drop.”

“Ooh. Have you finally realized your feelings for him?” Nicole asked with raised eyebrows.

I scoffed, “No.”

“Look, she’s blushing!” Danielle pointed out.

‘I’m not!” I covered my face with both hands. When I removed them, I said, “We have a contest, that’s all. Whoever acts like a true girlfriend/boyfriend more wins. It’s a motivation to do better.”

“Mhmm. Riiiiiight.” They said. Clearly not believing my story.

These twins are demons.

Anyway, at the end of the day, they chose a black satin body-hugging dress for me.

And I have to admit, I looked HOT.

I would date myself.

Okay.

Too much conceitedness.

Moving on!

The twins made a reservation on this 3 star restaurant called “La Maison Lefevre”. I haven’t had a chance to look up the place since I was busy being beautified by the twins.

They also told me that it is a classy dinner so Luke would probably wearing a suit.

I blushed at the thought.

I know Luke is grumpy around me but goddammit he is a gorgeous specimen.

About thousands and thousands of girls will agree with me on this one.

So when we were done getting ready, I went down to the hotel lobby by myself and immediately saw Luke.

You can’t possibly miss him. He’s tall as fuck.

AND he’s all suited up. I was right.

Luke IS a gorgeous specimen.

A point for Luke Hemmings, everyone.

But it seemed like I got a point, too.

From the way, his eyes widened when he saw me walked up to him, I can tell that the twins did a great job on me.

Oh I am so going to win this.

And for bonus points, I reached up to him and kissed his cheek.

“Luke – 1, Clara – 2” I smiled.

“Oh yeah?” he said as he held up his arm so I could put mine around his. Which I did. Like a good “girlfriend” should.

“Now we’re tied.” Luke said, guiding me to the doors, then outside where a number of paparazzi and fans were.

Our car was up front so we made a run for it. Luke was extra gentlemanly when he held my hand to steady myself in these heels.

Dammit. Now he’s a point ahead of me.

I’ll just have to do better than him.

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La Maison Lefevre was a beautiful restaurant. It is the place where a guy takes his girlfriend to dinner and to propose. It was romantic.

I would’ve enjoyed it more if this was an actual date with someone I like. But I guess fake-dating a rockstar has some perks, too.

Speaking of rock stars, Luke managed to get 4 extra points for opening the car door, opening the restaurant door, helping me remove my coat and pushing my chair when we sit at our table.

I need to work better at this!

And I need to do it now because I can spot a few photographers outside, itching for a photo of our date.

So I plastered on a smile and told Luke, “You look quite dashing tonight.”

He looked up, clearly surprised and blinked at me.

“Y-you don’t look too bad yourself.” He replied.

“Oh come one, Luke. Are you genuinely bad at compliments or just bad at complimenting me?”

“I have more points than you.” He said, dismissing the subject.

7, to be exact. While I have my measly 2 points.

When I scanned the menu, I could not believe my eyes.

A bowl of soup is more than I have on my purse.

The entrees’ prices can feed a family of 4 for a week.

Sure, the food sounds delicious.

But damn! Those prices are higher than a motherfucker.

I cleared my throat and asked Luke.

“Uhmm…Who’s paying for this dinner?”

“It’s all taken care of.” He muttered as he focused on his own menu.

Which I’m guessing is being paid for by their management. They could’ve picked a more humble place and I wouldn’t mind.

When the waiter came in and took our orders, I asked for the cheapest one I could find in this damn menu (which was lamb and vegetable risotto). Luke, however, ordered a more extravagant dish (braised beef with brandy sauce and rosemary roasted potatoes). The owner even stopped by our table and presented us with a bottle of red wine. “As a compliment to the young couple.” He said as he popped it open and poured us each a glass.

(A/N: Keep in mind that Luke is already legal when this story happened.)

He left us shortly after he congratulated me and Luke.

I ate my risotto in silence while Luke occasionally asks me how is it or if I like my dinner.

Which earned him yet another point.

I can’t believe I’m losing.

So by the time for desserts, I ordered the most obnoxious sounding confection in the menu (which was called La Lune de Crème). It was a sphere of sugar glass which you have to break in order to eat the clouds of flavored custard inside. Luke ordered the same thing but requested for a different flavor of filling than mine.

So I got a rose-flavored cream while he had mango custard.

(A/N: I don’t know if this particular dessert is real but I would LOVE to either make it and/or eat it.)

I giggled when he held up his phone and took a picture of the sugar globes and tweeted it.

The desserts were so beautiful, I could cry.

As we were digging in our custard, I thought of something.

Yes! This could work!

I grabbed a spoonful of custard from my plate and held it up to Luke’s mouth.

“Here, babe. Taste this.” I said as I wriggled my eyebrows at him. Hopefully, that looked flirty enough.

He grinned and opened his mouth. So I was spoon-feeding him.

Romantic?

Or not?

Either way, full points for me!

I still need at least 5 more to beat him though.

So I rubbed my foot up and down his leg slowly and saw him stiffen and stop eating midway.

I smiled sweetly at him and held his other hand.

“Loosen up, Luke. Have another glass of wine!”

Then I leaned towards him and whispered across the table, “2 points for me.”

I also hoped that I gave him a nice view of my cleavage when I leaned. Thank God for push-up bras.

I noticed a number of flashes from outside the restaurant window.

The photographers are going nuts with my little stunt. Ha!

“Let’s take a walk.” Luke said after we finished our dinners and put on our coats.

I nodded and followed him through the streets of London.

For another point, I held his hand during the walk and leaned my head on his broad shoulders.

I felt so grown-up. It’s unbelievable.

Soon, we reached a small park (a bit of a cliché and it felt as if London was cooperating with the game) and Luke led me to a bridge (more clichés).

He turned me around to face him as he stared at me with his blue eyes.

Luke – 8, Clara – 7

Then he caressed my cheek and pulled me closer to his face.

Luke – 9, Clara – 7

When we’re inches closer, he took his other hand and pulled my waist closer.

Luke – 10, Clara – 7

Then he kissed me.

Luke claimed my mouth with his lips, showing me that he clearly won.

Photographers were everywhere but I can’t see them. I can only sense the flashes in every direction.

Suddenly, Luke pulled back and smiled smugly.

Fuck.

The score might as well be like this.

Luke – hella

Clara – negative hella

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A/N: 

yeah! lol

i'm kinda glad that date's over. 

if i were in a fake date with Luke, i would probably be like "fuck the photographers and the cliche games i don't care i have free food"

yeah so let me know what you think about this chapter :3