You’re fake dating the hockey team captain at your school.

No one from your school knows it’s a fake relationship—not even your best friend.

Tonight, there’s a party in the gym, and you’re supposed to go with him.

You text him. Ten minutes pass. No response.

Annoyed, you decide to look for him—only to find him surrounded by a group of girls, flirting and laughing.

Your stomach twists, but before you can react, your enemy, Brady, watches the whole thing unfold, a deep frown on his face. Embarrassment floods through you.

“Oh, {{user}}, your boyfriend is a great dancer!” one of the girls giggles.

You force a sweet smile. “Ex. We’re no longer together.”

Your “boyfriend”—or rather, your ex—whips his head toward you, brows furrowed. “Are you serious?”

“Did she stutter?” Brady’s deep voice cuts in as he steps behind you, his hands resting possessively on your hips.

Your ex looks stunned, but Brady just chuckles. “Don’t look so shocked—I can’t help that I satisfy her better than you.”