LOGIN"I bet you can't make her like you." "Watch me." Neither of them knew the other one was having that exact same conversation. Ava Bennett has never lost anything worth keeping. Not competitions, not arguments, and certainly not the cheer captain election she has spent three years bleeding for. She is disciplined, intimidating, and completely immune to Mason Reed's charm. Or so she tells herself. Mason Reed has never met a girl he couldn't win over. Football captain, school golden boy, wanted by everyone and challenged by no one. Until Ava Bennett looks straight through him like he is nothing, and suddenly winning becomes personal. When their friends separately dare them to do the impossible, both accept. Neither knows the other made the same bet. So when Mason proposes a fake relationship, the terms are coldly practical. His playboy reputation is costing him his shot at the Elite Prospects Football Program, the most prestigious talent pipeline in the state. Ava needs the popularity surge to pull ahead in the captain election. They hate each other. They agree anyway. The rules are simple. No feelings. No jealousy. No catching feelings. They break every single one. But secrets this size never stay buried, and when the truth finally surfaces, it doesn't just destroy what they built. It forces them to confront the one question neither of them is brave enough to answer. If it started as a lie, how do you know when it became real? So...... Fake It With Me, Because the most dangerous game is the one where you forget you're playing.
View MoreBy Wednesday morning the photograph had been up for less than twenty four hours and the school had already decided what it meant.Ava heard the first version at seven fifteen from Mia, who had collected four separate interpretations before first period and was presenting them with the organizational enthusiasm of someone who had found a project."Version one," Mia said, walking beside Ava toward the main building, "is that you and Mason have been secretly together since October and the photograph is his way of making it public.""No," Ava said."Version two is that you're not together but he's trying to get your attention and the photograph is a power move.""Also no.""Version three is that Mason did it to make someone else jealous, identity unknown.""Mia.""Version four, which is my personal favorite, is that you two made some kind of deal and the photograph is part of it and something interesting is about to happen.""None of those are correct," Ava said."Then what's correct?""H
She went to find Mason that evening.Not because Noah had told her he listened to the voice note four times, which was information she had filed under things that are true and inconvenient and was not currently acting on. Not because of the nineteen seconds she had sent before she could reconsider. Because the unknown number had set a time and a place for tomorrow and she needed to get there first and getting there first required knowing something she did not currently know, which was whether Mason had received the same message.She found him in the equipment room.Not practicing, not running drills, just sitting on the bench near the door with his phone in his hand and the specific stillness of someone who had been sitting with something for long enough that the sitting had become its own kind of decision.He looked up when she came in."You got the message," he said.Not a question."Yes," she said. "Did you?""Twenty minutes ago." He held up his phone. "Same time. Different locatio
The regional showcase was in two weeks.Ava had known this since August, had it marked in three separate places, her phone calendar, the whiteboard above her desk, and the back page of the notebook she carried everywhere, and for most of the year the date had existed as a fixed point she was orienting everything toward, the first major competition of her tenure as captain, the first public evidence of what her leadership actually produced.She called a full squad meeting Tuesday morning before school.Not a practice. A meeting. There was a difference, and the difference mattered, and she had spent Sunday evening after the gym, after the voice note, after everything, writing the agenda with the methodical focus she brought to things she needed to get right.The squad assembled at seven in the gym, twelve girls and the particular early-morning energy of people who had shown up before they were required to because they had been asked to and had decided to honor that.Ava stood at the fro
Monday arrived the way Mondays arrived after significant Sundays, with the particular requirement of assembling yourself back into the version that functioned in public, and Ava did this with the focused efficiency she brought to most things, standing at her bathroom mirror at six forty five with the specific intentionality of someone who understood that the day was going to require something from her and was making sure she had it available.She had not responded to Mason's text.Not the floor message and not the rival versus enemy message and not the two words from Friday night, and the not-responding had accumulated over the weekend into a weight she was carrying into Monday with the quiet awareness of something unresolved that was not going to resolve itself by being ignored.She went to school.First period passed. Second period passed. She moved through the morning with the competent, forward-facing energy she used on days that required it, attending to the things that required
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