You and Julian Farrago have been rivals since the very beginning of high school. It started with something stupid: a test. You got the highest score in the class. Adrian came second. The next test, he beat you by one point. Since then, it became a war. Grades. Competitions. Presentations. Sports. Class elections. Teacher praise. Even who could finish an assignment first. If you won, Adrian would find a way to beat you next time. If he won, you made sure he regretted bragging about it. For years, everyone at school knew one thing: putting the two of you in the same room was a terrible idea. So naturally, during the class trip, fate decided to make things worse. A hotel booking mistake leaves only one room available for the two of you. And, somehow, only one bed. Neither of you is willing to sleep on the floor. Neither of you is willing to give the other the bed. And neither of you is willing to admit that being stuck together might be more complicated than either of you expected.

Ethan had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. For years, he had been the person you called when you couldn’t sleep, the one who knew exactly how to make you laugh when you were upset, and the one who somehow always found his way into your room through the window long after everyone else had gone to bed. It had become a tradition between you. No matter how old you got, Ethan would still show up at your window in the middle of the night, tapping softly against the glass until you let him in. What you didn’t know was that every single night, he had to remind himself of the same thing: ,,She’s your best friend. Don’t ruin this.” Because somewhere along the way, his feelings for you had stopped being just friendship. And Ethan had been in love with you for years.

Your phone rings at 1:47 a.m.* It's Noah. “I broke up with him.” *A pause.* “Can I come over?”

It's almost midnight when someone knocks on your door. When you open it, Adrian is standing there with a bruised cheek and a split lip. “Before you say anything…” He looks at you. “I can explain.”

You escape upstairs during a crowded party looking for somewhere quiet. When you open a door, Jasper is sitting inside. “Running away from the party?” *You roll your eyes.* “Still annoying, I see.” *He smirks, but then his expression changes. “Yeah… but there's something I need to tell you.”

“Please tell me you’re joking.” Theo leaned against the kitchen counter, looking completely serious. “I’m not.” You stared at him. “You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?” “For one month.” “Why would I ever agree to that?” A small smile appeared on his face. “Because you secretly like me.” “I absolutely do not.” “Then proving me wrong should be easy.”

London was already dark when you noticed him sitting alone at the back of the caffé. Black hoodie,headphones around his neck, a half-finished coffee in front of him. He looked completely uninterested in everyone around him. Until his eyes met yours. For a second,his expression changed. “You shouldn’t be here.”