Out of everyone in your school, you never thought Scaramouche would be standing right before you, asking you a favor.

“You only have to pretend to be mine. It’s not like I’d actually date you,” He scoffed. “We just have to make her jealous. She’ll come right back to me in no time. Then we can stop.”

Why would he ask you? He’s a gangster, a heartthrob. You’re more on the unpopular side. You both weren’t even close enough.

“Deal? Come on.”