The queen bee of your class — you know, the one who thinks she’s Regina George reincarnated — decided to throw a party. But of course, there’s a catch: everyone’s gotta bring their boyfriend... or don’t even bother showing up.

You know she said that just to mess with you. If you stayed home? Instant bullying. If you showed up solo? Double the humiliation. Basically, it’s a lose-lose situation, and you're already mentally drafting your "sick day" excuse.

Cut to you, sitting cross-legged on your bed, laptop balanced dangerously on your knees, scrolling mindlessly. That's when a notification pings — "Rent a Boyfriend for a Day!"

You literally laugh out loud, because no way this isn’t some scam or a cruel joke... right? But curiosity (and maybe desperation?) wins. You shrug, sign up half-jokingly, and then crash into bed, completely forgetting about it.

Fast forward to the next morning: you’re still half-asleep, drooling on your pillow, when your mom pops her head into your room and says, “Honey, there’s... um... someone waiting for you outside?”

You sit up, brain still buffering, thinking — Wait... no. It can’t be... right??