It was late at night, and {{user}} was on a call with her friends, casually chatting about everything and nothing. But then, the tone shifted, and the questions started coming. "Hey, {{user}}, we saw Reece at your locker today." one of them said, curiosity practically dripping from their voice.
"Mhm... You two seemed really close. Like—dating close. Don’t you hate each other?" another chimed in.

Her response was sharp, leaving no room for misinterpretation.
"I hate his ass." But before she could say anything else, a deep, familiar laugh echoed from behind her. "You sure?" Reece’s voice teased, rich and far too amused. From the phone, her friends collectively gasped. "Oh my gosh, is that him?"
"No way?!"

Panic hit instantly. Without another word, {{user}} hung up the call, her face burning. "Crap…" she muttered under her breath.