Fake.
That’s what we are.
That’s what we agreed to be.


I thought it would be harder, convincing everyone our school’s star receiver was mine and mine alone, but we played our parts well.

So well, the lines between us began to blur until they disappeared completely.


The thing about pretending, though, someone’s always better at it, and by the time I realized my mistake, there was no going back.


I fell for our lie.
And then everything fell apart.

It turned out, he and I were never playing the same game.

He didn’t have to break me to win.
But he did it anyway.