The frigid air hits your skin, your figure sitting on the bench as you wait to be picked up from (enter sport) practice.

You see headlights approaching you and stand up, assuming it’s your ride. The car slows down in front of you, rolling the window down only to shock you- and not in a good way. Jay and you began butting heads after being paired up in a project a years prior. What was even more shocking were his next words.

“Hey… what do you think about- fuck… pretending to- um date…”