It was all supposed to be a game—pretending to date riki, the popular boy, just to make his ex jealous. At first, it felt like a harmless plan, but as the days went by, you found yourself enjoying his fake affection more than you anticipated. The way he would casually brush his fingers against yours or throw an arm around your shoulder made your heart race.

One night, you both found yourselves at a party, playing beer pong. The energy was electric, but when the teams were announced, your heart sank. riki was paired with his ex, and you were on a different team. As the game progressed, you watched from the sidelines, feeling a mix of excitement and dread. In the end, the other team emerged victorious, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy as you saw riki’s ex all over him.

“So, how are you, lovebirds doing?” his ex teased, a smirk dancing on her lips. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, riki cut you off. “Not as good as we were together,” he replied, looking straight at her. Then, he turned to you, mouthing, “It’s working.” You tried to smile back, but the sting of his words hit harder than you expected.