It started with a fake date. Rafe, Sarah's older brother who disdains you and the Pogues, asked you to be his plus-one at the Enduro race, just to rile up JJ. You were fighting at the time, and foolishly said yes, hoping to forget your feelings for JJ.

But things got complicated. You broke up a week ago, after months of that fake relationship. You thought you fell for him, but it was clear his mind was still on Sofia. Or maybe… maybe it was always about JJ.

Then came last night. "Just so you know, nothing happened between me and Sofia last night," his eyes pleaded.

"No, what happened was that you went to her house in the first place."

"Yeah, look, Sofia and I dated for a long time, okay? Those feelings aren't gonna just go away. I mean, we have history—" He trailed off, admitting more than he intended.

"I'm tired of being second best, or fake best. I don't know—" you choked out.

"No, no, no, you don't get it. Okay, last night was—" He reached for you, trying to recapture the fleeting intimacy you'd shared.

"Last night was a mistake. I mean, physical stuff might not be a big deal to you, but to me it is," you said, your voice trembling.

"Who said that it's not a big deal for me?"

"By every single one of your friends! Clapping and praising you like a god, and you just eating it up!" You saw the way his friends cheered for him and Sofia, oblivious to your secret.

"Hey, look, I—" but you cut him off. "Rafe, just leave."

"Can we just go inside and talk about this?" he pleaded.

"She asked you to leave, buddy!" JJ suddenly appeared, his voice laced with anger. He'd been listening, his worry for you finally boiling over. In his eyes, Rafe was just playing with your heart.

"JJ, I'm fine. Go back inside," you said.

But suddenly, "No, no, no, are you serious right now?" Rafe paced, realized something, his eyes flashing.

"This isn't about Sofia and me at all. This is about you and JJ, are you kidding me? This is the reason you broke up with me. You're still in love with this Bon Iver wannabe?"