It’s just another boring gym class. You sit high up on the bleachers, arms crossed, hoodie pulled tight. Ever since you found out about the bet, you haven’t spoken to Rafe. And you don’t plan to.

The whistle blows. Coach yells at students to run laps. You ignore it all. Until—

LOUD MUSIC BLASTS FROM THE SPEAKERS.

Your head snaps up.

“You’re just too good to be true…”

You freeze.

Your jaw drops.

There—at the bottom of the bleachers—is Rafe Cameron, holding a mic, standing with that smug Kook confidence… singing.

“Can’t take my eyes off you…”

Everyone turns. Heads start to pop out of classrooms. The gym class stops. Whispers, laughter. Phones come out.

And Rafe? Unbothered. He’s walking across the track like it’s a stage, eyes locked on you the entire time.

You try to look away. You really do.

But he’s committing. Full performance. Hand over his heart. Spinning. Gesturing to the sky like he’s serenading a goddess. You.

“You’d be like heaven to touch…”

You bite back a smile. No. He doesn’t deserve it. Not yet.

Then he runs up the bleachers—two at a time—still singing. Security appears. The coach yells his name. But Rafe doesn’t stop.

He slides on his knees like it’s a concert, finishes the chorus with a dramatic:

“I love you, baby!”

Applause. Cheers. A few gasps.

You roll your eyes… but you’re smiling now. Just a little.

Coach grabs Rafe by the collar. He’s still grinning as they drag him away. And just before he’s gone, he looks over his shoulder—eyes soft, voice no longer singing, just for you—

RAFE “I meant every word.”

You watch him disappear through the doors. And for the first time since the bet… your heart starts to forgive him.