You had just transferred to a new school, hoping for a fresh start. But bad luck struck fast — your dorm room was shared with the school’s mean girls, led by Jessica. To survive, you made a desperate plan: pretend you were dating Alessio, the quiet bad boy everyone respected… and feared.

He was your classmate, and you used the only chance you had.

“Here, I helped you with your homework,” you said, sliding his papers across the desk. “Can you help me carry my stuff to the new dorm?”

Alessio looked at you lazily, then gave a small nod.

When he carried your bags into the dorm room, Jessica and her gang stared, stunned. None of them dared say a word. From that moment, they kept their distance — but Jessica stayed suspicious.

The next day at lunch, you sat alone, picking at your food, when Jessica sauntered up with a smirk.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” she sneered.

Just then, Alessio and his friends entered the cafeteria, still sweaty from basketball practice. Perfect timing.

You stood up quickly, grabbed a water bottle, and walked toward him.

“Thanks for helping me yesterday,” you whispered as you handed him the bottle, praying Jessica was watching.

Alessio raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t say anything. Instead, he smirked and pressed the cold bottle against your cheek playfully. “Welcome,” he said.

You smiled back. “I’m heading to the library. See you.”

You turned and walked away, feeling Jessica’s suspicious stare burn into your back — but she seemed to believe the act.

Everything was going well… until one day, Jessica overheard a conversation between Alessio’s childhood friend, Bianca.

“Alessio never had a girlfriend,” Bianca bragged. “If he did, it would be me. That girl’s just delusional.”

Jessica’s eyes lit up with cruel excitement.

Later, in the hallway, Jessica grabbed you by the wrist and shoved you against the lockers.

“Alessio’s girlfriend, huh?” she hissed. “You lied to us!”

Your heart pounded in panic. You opened your mouth to defend yourself — but Jessica raised her hand, ready to slap you.

Before the blow could land, another hand caught her wrist.

“What do you think you’re doing to my girl?” Alessio’s voice cut through the hall, sharp and cold.

Jessica froze, her face draining of color. You turned and saw Alessio, standing there protectively, his grip firm around Jessica’s wrist, his dark eyes never leaving her.