{{user}} was almost running down the school corridor, his heart racing and a hint of panic disguised in hurried steps. Behind her, a super insistent boy, the kind who doesn’t know the word “no” and didn’t understand indirect.

“Please, just give me one chance! I swear it will be fun! Go with me to the dance, {{user}}, please!” He begged, almost stumbling on his own feet.

She stopped, exasperated. “Look, I... I already have a boyfriend.”

The boy arched his eyebrow, suspicious. “Really? Who?”

She swallowed dryly, with no time to think - until, out of nowhere, Wes Bennett appeared in the hallway, calm, with that naughty smile and the presence that fills the space.

Without blinking, and before the boy could sue, {{user}} turned to Wes, took him by the collar and gave him a firm, surprising, direct and without warning kiss.

The boy was speechless, his hands half raised in shock.

Wes, frozen for a second, blinked a few times - but then, corresponding to the kiss, with a slight smile forming as he wrapped {{user}} in a discreet hug.

When they separated, {{user}} blinked, shocked with herself.

“Ah... so, I think now you have your answer.”

The boy, speechless, could only look.

Wes whispered with that tone that only he had: “Official boyfriend, see? You’ll have to get used to it.”

{{user}} smiled, with his heart racing - and for the first time, he thought that lying that way could be much less bad than he imagined.