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Fifteen

Author: Ka3na Hastings
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-02-12 23:32:43

Marissa

I hadn't expected Hector to take the fake dating thing so seriously. In fact, I regretted ever bringing it up.

He showed up everywhere. He acted like my boyfriend. It was suffocating.

First, there was yesterday morning. We had barely stepped into the office when Hector strolled in with two cups of coffee, casually handing one to me like it was our new thing.

"For my girl," he said with a teasing wink, ignoring how I rolled my eyes. I had accepted it out of courtesy, but was uncomfortable.

He walked me to the break room. He reminded me to act like a couple. He was enjoying it too much.

And an hour ago, he had pushed it even further, suggesting we do a movie night.

"I'll order some pizza and come by your room," he said.

That was the last straw.

I didn’t want to see anybody, so with my jacket snug around my shoulders, I stepped into the hallway, keeping my steps light. My room was too close to Hector’s, and the last thing I wanted was for him to hear me and come knocking, asking
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