Now that I am Tom's officially fake girlfriend, we came to an agreement that both of us must follow the conditions we both set and that I have to go by a different name since I don't look like Beauty Smith whenever I am fake dating him and so that my cover won't get blown right off the bat. And of course, to avoid having another rumor spread about us in school.
It's alreay 6PM and we've decided to go back home but not without Tom walking me back to our house. While we were walking, we kept on discussing the terms and agreements. We have also talked about the name I'd like to go by when I am in a pretentious mode as his girlfriend.
"So, what name would you like to go by whenever my parents and grandparents are around?" Tom asked.
"Hmm. I'd like to go by the name Beatrice," I answered. "Beatrice Smith."
"Nice name," Tom complimented. "So, your nickname will be Bea, then?"
"No," I answered. "I'd like to be called Beatrice."
"Can I call you Betty?" Tom asked.