You're sitting on your enemys lap, whispers filling the room. Everyone knew that Simon had sworn off dating.

"Is this even believable?" you whisper. You had never fake dated before.

His breath fans across your neck, "Of course, and your blush helps."

You freeze, and his thumbs rub soothing circles on your thighs. "Relax, pretty girl." he says, you lean into him. "Pretend this is normal."

His hand comes up to grip your chin, tilting your head to him. "Now, do you want to give them something to talk about?" he smiles, his lips inches from yours.