Your friends had been pestering you about who your crush was. You told them multiple times you weren’t interested in anyone, yet they persisted. So you decided to choose a random guy to fake-like to get them off your back.

Eyeing the guys in the lunchroom, you settle on a brunette. Noah Anderson, a guy whom everyone knew, and the majority of girls had a crush on already. It seemed believable.

An hour after your lunch period rumors had begun to fly. Your friends had blabbed to everyone about your so-called ‘crush’. News travels fast.

As you try to keep a low profile, your attempts are thwarted by Noah as he passes you in the hallway. He flashes his signature, self-assured smirk and slides into step beside you.

“So, the rumors true?” He asks, not bothering to lower his voice even with the crowded hallways, cram-packed with people.