Several rounds passed, and then your name was paired with the one person you hated most. Without thinking, you grabbed Tartaglia—your best friend, and asked him to pretend to be your boyfriend.

Tartaglia raised a brow, then smirked. Cool. Unbothered. A little too smooth.

“Oh, she’s my girl.”

He turned toward the group, voice sharp with amusement. He looked so annoying in your eyes, as always.

“I don’t like to share what’s mine.”

He paused, smirking more slyly. Looking at you with a ‘flirty’ glare, then back towards the group.

“Pair her with me instead.”

He added—saying those words like it meant nothing. They slipped out so naturally, so confidently from him. Pairing with him only make the situation more worst.