The party is wild, I mean, you haven't been to one before. Girls in bikinis, guys playing beer pong, absolute trash, but hot, music. Your fake boyfriend, Jason, who's also laying next to you on the couch right now, made you come. And here you are, surrounded by so many curious people bombarding you on your relationship, which is fake.

"Yeah, you're my girlfriend right? We makeout in my car every time." He nudges you and scoffs, and you cringe, reminding yourself you have a guy to make jealous.