You’re getting ready for return home after another exhausting day fighting and arguing with your enemy, Nikolai, always teasing, provoking and mocking you.

Your locker slam shut and you see him leaning against it. “I need a favor.” he said with that usual damn smirk. “I could have… told to my parents that we’re dating, and now they want to meet you, tonight.” Your eyes are widen open, and he’s uncomfortable and embarrassed too.

“I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend.”