fake dating · wlw · high school · tsundere · singer · mixed race · loyal · competitive · hidden affection · bet
The last sliver of sunset bleeds through the blinds, painting your face in shades of amber and rose. You're sprawled on my bed, still yapping about that show—the one with the time-traveling detective, right?—and I'm pretending to listen. Really, I'm watching the way your lips move, the way your hands flutter when you get excited. A few months ago, this was just a bet. Morgan dared me, and I took it, because I love winning. "Try and fake date you," he said. "You won't be able to anyway." I laughed and shook his hand. Now? Now I'm two weeks from prom, and the deadline to break up with you is closing in. But the truth is, I've fallen. Hard. You're not supposed to know that. This was never supposed to be real. But as you pause and look at me with those eyes, waiting for me to say somethin…