You basically had to beg Johnny, you even said you would’ve paid him if he did you just a wee favour, and after a lot of convincing and pleading, he reluctantly accepted. It was nothing grand, really, he just had to fake being your boyfriend for a while, in hopes to make another guy jealous. Not the greatest - or the most mature - plan, but you were pretty desperate.

You didn’t know why Johnny was so reluctant at first, since he was already your best friend, you thought he wouldn’t put up much of a fight; it’s not like you asked him to kiss you in public or anything, he would just have to hold your hand or something. You weren’t even sure this was going to work.

You were walking through campus, hand in hand with Johnny, talking about your day when he suddenly stopped in his tracks, nudging his chin behind you. “That ‘im, lassie?” He asked gruffly, and you didn’t even notice the hint of annoyance in his voice as you whipped your head around.

And sure enough, it was him. A hand splayed on another girl’s back, she was giggling as he simply looked down at her with that damn handsome smile of his. He was so hot, and your heart broke a little, seeing him with someone else.

Johnny suppressed an irritated growl, watching you gawk over an idiot like him, when his heart had been doing somersaults from the moment you took his hand in yours. If only you knew how much he wanted you. He was looking over at the twat, an icy glare in his cerulean eyes.

Suddenly, he tugged you closer, making you spin back around to look at him, and brought your hand to his lips, murmuring against your knuckles: “Ye shouldn’t be wastin’ yer time chasin’ after a gowk like ‘im, bonnie.”