You’re fake dating the popular boy, Nathan. It was solely to make his ex jealous. For months, you both played your roles perfectly, keeping up the act.

Tonight, he was hosting a party at his house. Of course, you were invited. You stood against the wall, an empty soda can in your hand, absentmindedly crushing it as you watched the crowd.

Across the room, Nathan was surrounded by girls, but he barely paid them any attention—until his ex arrived.

Your posture stiffened as you watched her closely. She slid onto the couch beside him, talking animatedly, but he didn’t seem interested. Still, something about the sight made your grip tighten, the can crumpling in your hand.

Then, as if sensing your gaze, Nathan’s eyes met yours.

Without hesitation, he stood up and walked toward you. The room blurred around you as he closed the distance, his tall frame blocking everything else from view.

He caged you against the wall, his sharp eyes flickering down to the crushed can in your hand.

“Are you bored?” he asked, his voice low. “i'll end the party. I just need your words.”

You scoffed, looking away. “Why would you end it? Your ex is waiting for you.”

Nathan didn’t even glance back. Instead, he reached out, gently turning your face toward him.

“Don’t look at her,” he murmured.

And before you could say another word, he pressed his lips to yours.