The weirdest part of fake dating Jayden Addo wasn't the attention. It wasn't even the whispers that followed me through the halls like shadows.
It was Kwesi.
He stopped me by the locker that morning, wearing that easy smile that used to melt me like FanIce on a hot day.
"Amira," he said, leaning on the locker next to mine. "Didn't know you and Jayden were… a thing."
My hand froze mid-spin on the lock. "We're not. I mean—we are. Kind of."
He chuckled. "Didn't see that coming. I thought you didn't like guys who walk around like they own the school."
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "People change."
"Or they get dared into things," he added with a smirk.
My heart stumbled. Did he know?
Before I could respond, a hand slid around my waist.
"Hey, babe," Jayden said smoothly, appearing out of nowhere.
He nodded at Kwesi like they were long-time enemies hiding behind fake smiles. Kwesi straightened.
"Jayden," he said shortly.
"Kwesi." Jayden turned to me. "Ready for class?"
I barely managed a nod before he steered me away, hand still on my back. As soon as we turned the corner, I pulled away.
"Was that necessary?"
"Do you want him to find out it's fake?" he asked casually, but his jaw was tight.
"I don't know," I snapped. "Maybe I don't care anymore."
He stopped walking. "Are you trying to make him jealous?"
I hesitated. "Would it matter?"
He stepped closer. "It would if this starts feeling less fake to you."
I didn't answer. Because maybe… it was.
The weirdest part of fake dating Jayden Addo wasn't the attention. It wasn't even the whispers that followed me through the halls like shadows.
It was Kwesi.
He stopped me by the locker that morning, wearing that easy smile that used to melt me like FanIce on a hot day.
"Amira," he said, leaning on the locker next to mine. "Didn't know you and Jayden were… a thing."
My hand froze mid-spin on the lock. "We're not. I mean—we are. Kind of."
He chuckled. "Didn't see that coming. I thought you didn't like guys who walk around like they own the school."
I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "People change."
"Or they get dared into things," he added with a smirk.
My heart stumbled. Did he know?
Before I could respond, a hand slid around my waist.
"Hey, babe," Jayden said smoothly, appearing out of nowhere.
He nodded at Kwesi like they were long-time enemies hiding behind fake smiles. Kwesi straightened.
"Jayden," he said shortly.
"Kwesi." Jayden turned to me. "Ready for class?"
I barely managed a nod before he steered me away, hand still on my back. As soon as we turned the corner, I pulled away.
"Was that necessary?"
"Do you want him to find out it's fake?" he asked casually, but his jaw was tight.
"I don't know," I snapped. "Maybe I don't care anymore."
He stopped walking. "Are you trying to make him jealous?"
I hesitated. "Would it matter?"
He stepped closer. "It would if this starts feeling less fake to you."
I didn't answer. Because maybe… it was.