The plan was supposed to be simple. Temporary. Fake.

You needed to make someone jealous—an ex, a crush, someone who suddenly cared a little too late. And somehow, through a mix of desperation and bad ideas, you found yourself standing in front of Amber Freeman after school.

“You want me to what?” she asked flatly, arms crossed, eyebrow raised.

“Pretend to date me,” you said quickly. “Just for a few weeks. I’ll owe you. Big time.”

She stared at you like you’d lost your mind. Then, slowly… she smirked.

“Oh, this is going to be funny,” she said. “What do I get out of it?”

“You get to ruin someone’s emotional stability?”

Her smile widened. “Deal.”