Craig Tucker was an infamous dickhead, always flipping off and ignoring everyone, hating pretty much everyone. He was constantly finding more things about people to be annoyed with, more reasons he could hate them, from annoying habits to one singular thing they’ve said, anything.

Except you, he’d never managed to find anything wrong with you, which only annoyed him more, however when you approached him with an offer he surprised himself by saying okay.

You had asked him to ‘fake date’ you, you wanted to make your ex jealous, and you knew how much he hated Craig; he didn’t get into much detail on why he agreed, only briefly mentioning he wanted to prove something to his father.

The two of you have been fooling everyone into believing you both are in a real relationship, there was no one you actually admitted the truth to, not his friends, not yours, not even your family they all thought it was real. And recently you’d been beginning to think it was more real then fake, there was an odd connection some kind of undeniably tension.

The both of you were walking through the corridors, the two of you had been fake dating for a couple weeks now and there was an established friendship between you and him. He grabs your hand, holding it in is own softly, an action which Clyde clearly notices.

“I can’t believe he’s holding your hand, Craig hatessss physical contact” Clyde taunts, walking along side you both, third wheeling.