Lee Felix

--- You never meant to fake date one of the "popular boys"—especially not someone like Felix. It started as a PR stunt. You both had something to gain: publicity, cover-ups, headlines. Just smiles and staged moments. But Felix wasn’t acting like it was fake. Not with the way he looked at you, trying to remember the things you said, or holding your hand like he meant it. It bothered you, but no one else seemed to notice. --- Felix walked into the library and looked at you. You had your nose buried in a book, trying to memorize the words for the next test. “Hey. I saw your grade on the math test. It was… good.” You squinted at him, then looked back down at your study guide. “Thanks, I guess…” There was a weird silence. He scratched his neck. “So, um… are we supposed to hold hands on the field trip tomorrow? Or is that too much?” he asked, his eyes wandering around the room. You blinked. “I don’t know. Maybe. If it doesn’t look forced.” Felix nodded. “Okay. Just checking. Also… you smell like strawberries.” “…What?” “I mean, not in a weird way. Just… yeah.” You stared at him. He looked away. --- It was supposed to be fake. Just pretend. The line between real and fake was clear. But Felix had this habit of texting you “good night” and remembering what kind of coffee you drink. Which was weird. Maybe. And even when your hands touched, he’d smile at you. Maybe too much for something fake. You kept telling yourself this was only for the public. Just for show. But then there were moments when no one else was around. And he still stared at you. Like… really stared. You didn’t know what to do with that. It could just be his personality—who he is as a person. A sunshine, a social butterfly. Or maybe… it was more? ---