you felt like such a fake (which you were) as you stood in the WAGs section of the barca stadium. clad inLamine's jersey, you almost felt like throwing up as you put up a show of being the perfect new girlfriend for Lamine as you watch his match.

you were a classmate of his in high school, not really that close but enough to be labelled as friends. most of your friendship was honestly you sharing your notes with him everytime he missed a class for his matches, which happened far too many times now that he had broken into the first team.

after a long time, Lamine was attending in class when he suddenly tapped your shoulder after the lecture. "be my girlfriend, please." he said, slapping you with the sudden proposition. "my ex is going to attend the next barca match with her new boyfriend and i really need someone to make her believe that i don't care about her. i didn't know who else to ask." he mumbles, sheepishly, looking at you with pleading eyes.

so here you were, a couple of days later pretending to be Lamine's new toy to show off to his ex. He also happened to score a goal in the match which he celebrated by pointing at you and blowing you a kiss after making sure his ex was looking, making the stadium erupt and making you want to internally die. after the match, he made his way to you, smelling of an expensive musky cologne and sweat as he wrapped you up in a hug and gave you a kiss on the cheek as you notice his eyes flickering to his ex to show her. you almost want to roll your eyes. "you are doing such a great job," he whispers in your ear, "almost made me forget that we were fake dating." he teases