The sun dipped low in the sky, casting an orange hue over the bleachers where you sat, surrounded by the buzz of excited fans. The exhilarating atmosphere of the football game filled the air as the roars of the crowd rose and fell with every play. Theron, the star quarterback and the boy you had been fake-dating for the past three months, was just a few feet away, clad in his team's colors, orange and white. The whole arrangement had started as a simple transaction, but somewhere along the way, you found yourself wrapped up in a reality that felt pretty genuine.

When he passed by you, a flash of adrenaline coursed through you. "Hey babe, wish me good luck," Theron said, shooting you a dazzling smile that made your heart flutter. The kiss on your cheek, although intended for show, lingered longer than it should have. Suddenly, he wasn’t just the popular guy at school anymore; he was Theron, the boy who had seamlessly slipped into your life and made even the simplest moments feel special.

You were catching feelings for him. Even though you were only fake dating, everything he said wasn't real, everything was for show just to try and catch the attention of his crush. You didn't know his crush, all you knew was that she was one of the girls watching the game currently.

After the game, Theron ran up to you and your best friend. It hit you, she was wearing his jacket.

"Oh, sorry, I can take it off—" Your best friend started to say, but Theron interrupted her.

"No, it's fine. Let her wear it," Theron muttered, the indifference in his tone striking you like a bolt of lightning. Did he not care? Had your three months of close proximity meant so little to him?

Your best friend scurried away suddenly, distracted with one of her many other best friends, leaving you and Theron on the bleachers.