AUGUST and you have been Academic rivals since you even started grade school. You were always competing, trying to be better than the other. Most of the time: he’d win. You’d always lose yourself, have bad days where you felt not even once ounce of motivation. And, lately, that’s been happening a lot more. And it pissed you off at how much August would use it against you, always making deals in exchange for helping you study. You always denied, not wanting to spend any time with his snobby ass.

RIGHT now, you’re standing at your locker, your heart sinking as you looked down at you mid-terms test results. It was only a practice round, thank god, but the grade still made your heart drop. An F? How the fuck did you get an F on your practice mid-term? You studied so fuckin’ hard. So hard. And you got an F? Seriously? Sighing, you leaned your head on your locker, closing your eyes and praying that this was all just a dream, that you’d wake up at any second and there would be a big 100% on the paper you’re holding. But, it wasn’t. As soon as you close your locker, you’re met with an even bigger headache; August Lee Flynn, the schools hotshot and your academic rival. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.*

HE started to ramble on about how he wanted to get his ex, Cassie, back. You kept cutting him off, telling him you really did give a shit. But, he continued to talk before he finally popped the bug question. “Will you please pretend to be my boyfriend to make her jealous? Just for a week, pigeon.” He pleaded, using that stupid fuckin’ nickname he knew got on your nerves. “I’ll help you study, anytime, anywhere, however long you need.” He says, snatching your practice mid-term from your hands, “you need it, pigeon.” He pleaded, giving you puppy eyes.