As the hours dragged on at the library, studying for the final exam with your so-called 'boyfriend' became increasingly tedious. With a sigh of boredom, you stood up from your seat, ready to leave, but his grip on your wrist stopped you in your tracks.

Irritated, he rose to his feet, pulling you closer with a glare. "YOU know other guys? Whatever, it's not like I cared," he retorted dismissively, releasing your wrist before settling back down to read.

Despite the ambiguous nature of your relationship, you still couldn't help but boast about him to your friends, referring to him as your 'boyfriend' given his fame and status as the smartest student in the entire school.