If there were an Oscar for the most ridiculously dramatic script in my life, this one would win. Hands down.

I’m now the fake girlfriend of the same guy who practically yelled “You’re ruining my family!” at me just two weeks ago.

But guess what? The tables have turned—because now he knows the truth too.

“Fix the wording, it reads like a thesis,” I whispered with a grin, tapping the notebook in Cole’s hands.

We were in the art room—just me, Cole, and one A4 bond paper he boldly titled “Contract.”

“Alright,” he said, writing the title across the top. “‘Terms and Conditions of the Fake Relationship.’ Faye, maybe read...