In which
He has spent years making sure she never forgets him.
or
In which
She has spent years hating him
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Sooah has always despised Jake-her brother's best friend and the guy who's made it his life's mission to tease her at every opportuni...
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Chemtrails Over The Country Club -
₊˚⊹ ⁀➴"You won't play, you're no fun Well, I don't care what they think" ᰔ‧₊˚⊹
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If I was going to fake date Jake, there had to be rules.
I refused to let this turn into some chaotic disaster where he got to torment me for an entire month without consequences. No, if I was suffering, he was going to suffer too.
Which was exactly why I dragged him to the café near our school before classes started.
Jake strolled in like he had all the time in the world, flashing his easygoing smile at the barista, who practically melted on the spot. Of course. Because everyone loved him. I watched in disgust as she nearly tripped over herself trying to get his order, completely ignoring the fact that I was standing right next to him.
When we finally sat down at a booth by the window, I pulled out my notebook and flipped to a freshly written page.
RULES FOR THIS STUPID FAKE RELATIONSHIP
1. No unnecessary touching. 2. No flirting. (Especially not in front of my friends—they will never let me live it down.) 3. We keep this as low effort as possible. Bare minimum. Just enough to convince everyone we're dating. 4. You don't talk to me outside of "couple duties." 5. If you break any of these rules, I will personally make your life miserable.
I slid the notebook across the table. "Read it. Memorize it."
Jake picked it up, his lips twitching as he scanned the list. "You actually wrote this down?"
"Of course," I said. "Unlike you, I take things seriously."
He hummed, tapping a finger against the page. "Rule number one is 'no unnecessary touching.'" He looked up at me, amused. "So does that mean necessary touching is fine?"
I glared at him. "Necessary touching means things people expect from a couple—like holding hands when we're in public. Nothing extra."
Jake smirked. "So no kissing?"
I nearly choked on air. "Obviously not!"
He laughed, leaning back. "Relax, Sooah. I'm just messing with you."
I pointed at him. "That. That is exactly why rule number two exists."
Jake gave me an innocent look. "What? I was just asking a question."
I huffed. "Next rule. Bare minimum effort. That means no grand gestures, no public declarations of love, and absolutely no unnecessary couple things."
Jake raised an eyebrow. "Define 'unnecessary couple things.'"
