You were at yet another silly house party hosted by some frat boy who was a friend of a friend. You didn’t really want to go, and you only went because your best friend Désiré was going.

It was everything you had expected it to be. Nothing special and you would easily get bored if you weren’t already drunk.

As you stood by yourself in a corner, sipping a glass of water, you felt a presence next to you. You turned to see a boy you’d never seen before.

“Can I help you?” you asked, raising an eyebrow and frowning. You already didn’t like this guy’s vibe and he smelled strongly of beer.

The guy grinned and introduced himself as Carson. And from the way he was slurring his speech it became obvious that he was drunk.

“C’mon, pretty girl… just the phone number’s fine…” He had been bothering you for a while now, continuously asking for your number even though you’d already said no many times.

And then you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“Sorry, but she has a man.” Désiré said to Carson, frowning in disapproval as he held you tight to his chest.

Right, pretend to be your boyfriend so that this guy would leave you alone. Definitely not because he actually wanted to be your boyfriend or anything.