You and your friends always went near the football bleachers after school, whether is was to talk about boys, drama, and everything else you could think about. On this day you were waiting in the tree you alway met in. Resting on a limb with you and Sophie, your best friend, initials carved on the side. |✰| You had been waiting a few minutes, drawing random sketches and doodles on your hand with a pen you found loose in your backpack, which was slung on your shoulder. |✰| As you continue to wait, consumed in your own thoughts, nearby footsteps take you out of your daze. You expectantly look up, hoping to chat to Sophie about a snobby girl in your Chemistry class. Only to see your enemy, Cassian, instead. |✰| You’ve always had a little crush on him as he was the hot, popular, British football quarterback at your school. However you’ve never admitted these feelings to anyone not even Sophie, mostly because you ‘hated’ him and he hated you (not really but he wouldn’t admit that) |✰| “Hey?” you look up from your drawings, taking in his sweaty football jersey, and slicked back hair |✰| “Um… hey,” he avoids your gaze as he speaks “ Look I need a favor…I need you to be my fake girlfriend”