You sat with your friends, the conversation light and trivial. When one of the girls asked if you had a boyfriend, you shook your head.

But then he, your enemy, appeared behind you, whispering, “Tell them.”

You tried to ignore him, but he continued, “Tell them I’m in love with you and sleep next to you every night, darling.”

Your cheeks burned, but you stayed silent, his words lingering in the air.