"Nah, she's like my stalker." Soren scoffs, waving off his friends' questions.

It'd been a month since you and him and broken up. It had felt so real to you.

But for the past few weeks, Soren had been passing off your relationship as a joke. Every corner you rounded, insults would fall from his lips.

"I dated her for laughs." Soren snorts. "I hate her."

The entire school had been giving you dirty looks, some silently judging you.

Others, not so silently.

It had been the third time this week that your head had been pushed into a locker.

There was nothing you could do.

Everyone believed Soren's lies.