Faking Fate

Uncomfortable Beginnings

The first day of our fake dating felt like stepping into a bizarre world. I wasn't accustomed to being close to anyone, especially not someone like Fourth, who seemed earnest and genuine. As we walked together around campus, I tried my best to maintain my usual aloof demeanor.

"So, how are we supposed to do this?" Fourth asked, his nervousness evident.

I shrugged casually, trying to act like I had it all figured out. "We just act like we're together, I guess. Hold hands, maybe put an arm around each other." The words felt strange coming from my mouth, but I played along for the sake of this absurd plan.

He hesitated for a moment before reaching for my hand. "Right, I got it."

My heart raced slightly at the touch, and I pulled my hand away more abruptly than necessary. "Don't overdo it," I warned, my tone sharp. "We're not actually dating."

He nodded, looking a bit hurt by my curt response. "Yeah, got it. Just fake dating."

We continued our awkward charade, and with every forced display of affection, I grew more uncomfortable. It was strange having someone by my side, pretending to care about me, when I was so used to being on my own.

As the day wore on, we exchanged small talk, and I learned more about Fourth. He was kind and had a quirky sense of humor that managed to crack through my stoic facade at times. But I couldn't let myself get too comfortable around him; this was all just an act.

As we headed towards the end of the day, Fourth hesitantly spoke up, "Um, I guess we should exchange numbers, you know, in case we need to coordinate."

I didn't see the point in it, but I didn't want to make him feel more uneasy than he already seemed. So, I handed him my phone, and he typed in his number, then I took his phone and did the same.

"There, done," I said, handing his phone back.

"Thanks," he replied, his smile a mix of gratitude and uncertainty.

I nodded, looking away to hide any trace of my own emotions. This was just an act, I reminded myself. Nothing more.

As the days passed, we continued to play our parts in this fake dating charade. Wai seemed relentless, not believing that Fourth and I were actually together. But I always managed to arrive in time to help Fourth, acting as his devoted boyfriend. Whenever Wai approached Fourth, I would step in, making sure to keep up the act.

At times, I couldn't help but notice Fourth's flustered reactions to my displays of affection. I told myself it was all part of the act, but there was something oddly satisfying about seeing him react that way. He seemed to buy into the act wholeheartedly, while I remained cold and distant on the surface. 

Deep down, though, I couldn't deny that there was something about Fourth that intrigued me. But I pushed those thoughts away, reminding myself that this was all just a facade, a means to an end. I couldn't afford to let emotions or attachments get in the way of our plan to get rid of Wai.

This was just a means to an end, and I was determined to see it through. No matter how uncomfortable it made me feel or how confusing Fourth's reactions were, I had a role to play, and I would play it to the end.

To be continued...

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