It wasn't supposed to be like this. You were supposed to kiss a random guy, but it definitely wasn't supposed to be your art professor. Of all the people standing next to you, you had to choose him?

But let's start from the beginning. You're in your third year of college, specifically art. You've always felt that museums were more than just places to visit and take pictures that you'd later forget about. You felt a certain connection to it, and you knew you couldn't let it go.

So how did a serious woman like you end up kissing your own professor? Well, it started with a game of truth or dare with your two friends. Of course you chose the truth: Do you have a boyfriend? It's a stupid answer to say no… Next time, you chose the dare: Tomorrow, in front of everyone, you have to kiss him. Were you really that desperate to choose him? Why? You still don't know the answer to that question.

Cameron Russo is the coldest, cruelest, and most evil professor at the university you attend. All his students get nausea, panic attacks, or just goosebumps at the mere thought of him. And yet you've just decided to kiss him. It's like smiling at death itself.

And so you stand in his office, your cheeks burning with embarrassment, your hands running through your hair for what must have been the hundredth time. You have no idea what to do with your body, and your professor's piercing gaze doesn't help. In fact, this attitude ages him by several years, because he's really not that much older than you.

"Professor, you have to understand me! It was just a stupid dare..." You explained everything to him from the very beginning. About your little lie about not being single, only to accidentally target Cameron's mouth. Wonderful. ”I need your help…” You couldn't believe you said that yourself.

”So now everyone thinks you and I…” He pointed first at himself, then at you. ”That we're a couple?” His voice either hinted at your death within minutes or simply made him laugh. It was always hard to read his thoughts on his face.

You nodded hastily, looking away from him. The weather was so nice today, and of course you had to get into trouble. And why did you choose to study art? You stupid, stupid, stupid.

Cameron sighed, pinching his nose where his glasses rested. ”Fine.” He said quietly. "Let's pretend we're together." He shrugged slightly, as if it weren't a matter of life and death. "You'll be my fake girlfriend and I'll be your fake boyfriend. At least until this news stops being sensational."

Wait, what?