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I looked at Marcus for a long time and my heart was beating way too fast for what this actually was. It was not about the request itself. It was the fact that the last time he asked me for something like this, it ended with me crying into a pillow for a week straight. Now here he was again, standing there so calm, so sure of himself, and I already knew exactly what he was trying to do. Out of pure panic, I grabbed Corbin by the arm, pulled him a step aside and whispered, "okay Corbin, I need you to play my fake boyfriend so hard right now, what do I even do??" Corbin stayed quiet for a second, thinking, then leaned in and whispered something into my ear. I felt my whole face relax into a smile. I walked back toward Marcus and looked at him for a long moment, bracing myself, and in my head I was already coaching myself through it. I muttered to myself, "you can do this Sydney, ignore the arms, ignore the sleeves rolled up like that, ignore the eyes, ignore those stupidly perfect eyebrows, you can do this." "Marcus," I said finally, "I understand that I loved you very much, and we ended things in a very odd way, but I know my worth, and one of them is that I do not sneak into rooms with men who have no manners, so if you really want me back, you have to earn me, and that is on period!" I turned to Corbin immediately. "Babe, lead me to the car, now!" He grabbed my hand without missing a bit and we started walking. As soon as we were far enough he leaned down and whispered, "I am so fucking impressed, that was not even in the script." I smiled and asked him quietly if Marcus was still watching us. "Yeah," he said, "he's watching." "Oh my god...let's walk faster, my heels are killing me, I am so done walking around like I am someone's first lady when I am literally nobody." I whispered. He laughed. "You should keep walking like that though, because girllll, you did it." I chuckled. "I don't want to laugh right now, I don't want to lose my cool, do not make me laugh until we are actually out of here." We walked fast, almost speed walking, and the second we got to Corbin's car and let go of each other's hands, I broke. I doubled over laughing, holding my stomach, barely able to breathe. "Oh my god Corbin I am about to crash out." I yelled in excitement. "Damn girl," he said, shaking his head, "you really said to him that if you want me then you should earn me..." He flipped his hair the way I did, except his was nowhere near as long or as smooth, and I lost it even harder. I burst out, laughing. "Screw you Corbin, oh my god, I am so unwell right now!" "So who did you imitate such steps from? the whole bitchy walk," he asked, "give me a sample." "Sabrina Carpenter," I said, "the way she walks, the hips, all of it." "I don't even know who that is but I'm guessing she's iconic." He said, smiling. We got into his car still laughing and I actually started dancing a little in my seat. This was the thing about Corbin, this was always the thing, we could go from a full blown crisis to acting like complete idiots in under five minutes, because that was just us, that was how we had always survived each other. "We really need to go," I said, catching my breath, "it would be so embarrassing if he saw us acting like this." "Yeah," Corbin said, still grinning, "let's go." Just as he turned on the car engine, both our phones buzzed at the same time. He grabbed his first and we looked at each other slowly. My heart started pounding again. "Oh my god, Jamey already posted about it," I said. We both leaned in to read it together. #The great Marcus, turned down by his ex, Sydney Sharma over her new man, Corbin Stones, guess real love really does show up when you least expect it.# We both burst out laughing so hard that Corbin had to hit the roof button, and I stood up through the open top and screamed, "oh my god, play Billie Jean by Micheal Jackson right now, I need it." He put the music on and started driving and I let my head hang out the top, my hair flying everywhere, dancing badly to the beat while he yelled at me to sit down but I ignored him completely. "I am such a legend!" I shouted over the wind, "I just took down the great Marcus!" By the time we pulled up outside Corbin's building we were both still buzzing off the whole thing, laughing about nothing and everything, and we stumbled inside still going at it. "What time is it," I asked, flopping onto his couch. He checked his phone. "Oh my god, it's three in the morning." "You know what that means," I said. "Rule number five," we both said at the same time, and then together, "always make breakfast tacos after a successful mission!" We clapped hands and fell onto his bed still laughing, both of us grabbing pillows and hitting each other with them like we were twelve years old again. "Guess who's the fake girlfriend of the year," I said, smacking him with a pillow. "No, I'm the one who gave you the confidence, I deserve an award too, best fake boyfriend who knows how to lift his girl up when it matters." He voiced out. "Well if I hadn't put it into practice none of it would have worked, so hand me my trophy, I performed like an actual model tonight!" I yelled in excitement. We laughed and then he reached over and grabbed me, lifting me up off the bed like he used to when we were kids, spinning me around and hailing me while I shrieked his name over and over, and I fell forward laughing straight into him. And then something shifted. I do not know exactly what happened but the laughing in my chest just stopped, like someone hit pause on it. He was still laughing, still completely unaware, his head tipped back a little, and I was suddenly very aware of things I had spent years not letting myself be aware of. The way his jaw moved when he laughed. The line of his throat. The way his arms were still around me, steady, warm, like they had always just been there and I had never actually looked at them properly until right now. I did not know what was happening to me. I had grown up watching this boy eat sand and cry over a butterfly, and none of that should have added up to this, to the way my whole body suddenly felt too aware of how close we were, to the way I could not stop looking at his lips. Suddenly, something pulled at me, something I did not ask for and did not understand, and before I could stop myself I felt my body leaning in closer. I felt my lips inched closer. I felt my mind lagging behind. And I didn't realise I was closing the distance between us.SYDNEY."Be fast Jackie, we are late."I called it out toward the bathroom where my roommate was still in there, humming to herself.I dropped back onto my bed and let out a long, heavy sigh.I had already told myself this morning that I was not going to think about Corbin, or whatever last night had turned into.The plan was simple.Go to lectures, see him if I have to, do not say a single word to him, focus on my classes, come home, done, simple, short, no drama.Because right now all I had for him was anger, and honestly I was ready to let the whole friendship go if that was what it cost to keep whatever self respect I had left.I had known him my entire life, sat through every version of him, but what he pulled last night was too much.I kept sitting there stewing in it when Jackie finally came out of the bathroom, soap still clinging to half her body, and her towel barely holding on."Jackie you are not even done yet, what the hell?" I said, rolling my eyes.But her face was not
CORBIN."What the fuck, Sydney!"I pushed her off and stood up fast.For one full second I just stood there trying to understand what had almost happened.Had she actually just tried to kiss me?!She stared up at me from the bed and I stared back down at her, waiting for some kind of explanation that made sense."Oh my god, I'm so sorry Corbin," she said, "I don't know what came over me, I promise it was unintentional."I rubbed my head in frustration because here we were again.She had done this exact thing once before, back in high school, and the only reason I ever let it go was because I told myself she had been drunk, we were at a prom party, everyone was drunk, it did not mean anything.But she was not drunk right now.She was not even close to it, and that made this whole thing so much worse.I turned to her, and I did not even try to hide the anger in my voice. "Sydney, I hate liars. You wanted to kiss me, there was nothing unintentional about it! You wanted this! What the hel
SYDNEY.I looked at Marcus for a long time and my heart was beating way too fast for what this actually was.It was not about the request itself.It was the fact that the last time he asked me for something like this, it ended with me crying into a pillow for a week straight.Now here he was again, standing there so calm, so sure of himself, and I already knew exactly what he was trying to do.Out of pure panic, I grabbed Corbin by the arm, pulled him a step aside and whispered, "okay Corbin, I need you to play my fake boyfriend so hard right now, what do I even do??"Corbin stayed quiet for a second, thinking, then leaned in and whispered something into my ear.I felt my whole face relax into a smile.I walked back toward Marcus and looked at him for a long moment, bracing myself, and in my head I was already coaching myself through it.I muttered to myself, "you can do this Sydney, ignore the arms, ignore the sleeves rolled up like that, ignore the eyes, ignore those stupidly perfec
SYDNEY.I stood in the doorway for one long second, looking at Corbin with his shirt half open and Sasha standing close enough that I already understood everything.Then I turned around and walked out.It was not my business.Whatever Corbin wanted to do with his body and whoever he wanted to do it with had nothing to do with me.We were friends, we had always been friends, and friends did not get to be angry about things like this, not even fake girlfriends.My real problem was waiting for me outside that room.Marcus had asked me to dance earlier and I had said yes, because some stupid part of me still wanted to feel his hand on my waist one more time.While we moved together he had leaned in close and told me that if I wanted him back I needed to prove it, that we needed to have sex first, and that he had already booked a room and I should come find him whenever I was ready.I had walked away from him without a single word because what exactly was I supposed to say to that.I was a
CORBIN.I already knew her answer before she even opened her mouth.That was the thing about knowing someone for as long as I had known Sydney Sharma.You stopped needing the words.You just read the face, the pause, the way her eyes went slightly soft when she was about to do something she knew was not good for her, and right then every single thing about her expression was telling me exactly what she was about to choose, and I was not sitting there for it.I was not giving Marcus the satisfaction of watching me be the guy whose girl walked back to her ex right in front of him at a dinner party while I sat there holding a wine glass like a prop.I stood up, looked at Sydney for a moment, and shrugged like none of this was touching me at all. "I'll leave you to figure that out."I did not wait for her response.I just walked.Not because I was angry, or at least that is what I told myself as I moved through the crowd towards the bar on the far side of the room.I was not angry that sh
SYDNEY.The car pulled up and I could already hear the music from inside.That low steady bass that moved through walls before you even opened the door.I sat in the car for just a second because this was actually happening now.Fiona had spent two hours on my face and another hour fighting me about the heels, and somehow I ended up here, outside an actual party, in an actual dress, looking like a version of myself I did not fully recognize yet.Corbin got out first, he came around and opened my door.I stepped out into the night air, looked at him, and smiled. "Look who's being a gentleman."But when I looked at his face there was nothing there.No smile, no warmth, just that flat expression he had been carrying since our last conversation.I felt my own smile fall because I already knew I had pushed him into this.He did not want it.He was still here anyway, standing outside a party in a fitted shirt looking like he belonged on a billboard, doing me a favor he never signed up for.







