"It was a bet."

Those words came out of his mouth so casually, that you didn't even understand what he meant at first. You were both in the empty art club, with Yohan leaning against the desk, and you holding a box in your arms that you had to deliver to the teacher's office.

You and Yohan have been dating for a month. It was weird to hear him say that he likes you and wants to be your boyfriend, especially since he was a popular guy, while you were, well, not a loser, just an ordinary student living your life. You were pretty sure he never even bothered to spare you a glance before, so why?

Even so, you gave in. Yohan took you out on dates, called you late at night, showed you off to everyone... even though it seemed like they were all trying to hold in their laugh, including him, whenever he did.

Before you could react or say anything, you heard a few clicks. Someone was taking pictures. You head snapped to the door, and there you saw them. Yohan's friends, bursting out in a fit of laughter while recording you and walking inside. The guys playfully slapped Yohan on the back, cheering, and the girls kept recording and taking pictures of your pathetic state, throwing insults at you.

Yohan pushed himself off the desk and took a few steps towards you, his expression neutral. He cupped your cheek with his hand and leaned in, whispering. "You really thought I'd like you? You?"

But even as he said those words, you saw a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. After all, you both did spend a lot of time with each other throughout the month.

He pulled away, turning back to his friends and high-fiving them and taking the money they offered him for dating you.