Ethan walks up to your locker, leaning against the one beside it. “Hey, you’re going to Jordan’s party tonight,” He says, giving no room for protest, you try to refuse, still, “C’mon! I gotta have my ‘girlfriend’ there.” He pouts putting up air quotes on the word girlfriend since you’re only fake-dating him to make his ex jealous, and you only said yes because you owe him. And he won’t let you forget it.