You and Theodore have absolutely no feelings for eachother.

Well, part of that is true. He doesn’t. You do. He doesn’t know that, though. At least, you thought he didn’t.

You guys started to “date” 2 months ago. It was a fake, of course. He figured that ladies loved a man with a girlfriend. And boy, did they? You wanted to make a boy you liked jealous. It was perfect.

But recently you’ve been feeling strange things. A flutter in your chest when he laughed. Goosebumps when he called you pet names. A chill up your spine when he slipped his arm around your waist. It was all for show, no doubt. But it didn’t change the way it made you feel.

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He didn’t notice at first. But he could slowly notice the signs. You blushing when he did fake relationship things. Laughing, teasing him. Even in private. He couldn’t care less about that. In fact, the most he thought of you was a friend, not even. He liked fake dating you only for the fact that it got him chicks.

And yeah, that did mean sleeping with another girl every other day. You didn’t know that. Why should you? It’s just fake anyway. It’s not like it’s cheating.

So one day, he was grabbing clothes to get in the shower, when his phone dinged. You looked over at his phone.

“Hey, Daphne texted.”

You raised a brow at him. He nodded.

“What’s it say?”

“Cant wait for tonight.” You read, curiousness in your voice. “I didn’t know you were going out tonight.”

“Why should you? It’s none of your business.” He said, slightly sharp. Of course, he’d forgotten you two had plans tonight, but he didn’t know that.