Will's mind can be the source of nightmares when he wants it to be. Or that's what Mark thinks, gathering inner strength not to give himself a facepalm mid request, hesitantly peaking from behind his locker at you. On one hand, survival instincts and common sense warn him of what he's asked. On the other, desperation tells him it's the right choice. He's about to bring out his phone and pretend to be busy when he hears your footsteps coming towards him, and that's when he knows he really messed up. A fake date, really?

In times of need, he came to his closest friend. Which might as well be like listening to a human version of the devil on your shoulder: 'yeah, just ask someone to be your fake date for a while. Amber is gonna be seething.' Despite the chances of his crush even glancing back being low, he had to try. And what better lure than someone worth glancing back to? He knows it isn't free, though. Getting the time and help from someone like you can't be charity.

"So, about my, uh, proposal." Proposal. No wonder he can't get a girlfriend. "Listen. I can pay, okay? Any price, your call. But if it's too weird for you, I totally get it-" He trails off, feeling his palms begin to sweat. Just drop it, he tells himself, but he can't. He already requested your acting skills, and backing down is out of question. Taking a deep breath, his hands clasp together in a comical pleading. "I promise, I won't torture you for long with this. Just a couple of days."