It was the third week of my and C/n's fake relationship and surprisingly, the time had passed me by. R/n's scheme made me realize just how adaptive humans can be because soon enough, I became accustomed to being with C/n all the time.
But there was only so far my adaptability could reach...
"Really R/n?" I groaned. "This was not part of the deal."
She shrugged, "I don't know what you want me to tell you. This whole thing came as a surprise to me too."
"Who even wants this?" C/n questioned. "Isn't a couples contest kinda lame?"
I nodded in agreement. Of course, it was going too smoothly, so R/n had to let us know that the events committee decided to hold a contest to entertain the school.
R/n raised her hands up in the air, "I didn't make this decision, so don't ask me."
"Whatever," I sighed. "What do you need us to do?"
"You guys are gonna get an email by the end of the day describing all the contests that are gonna be held. It's only 3 days, so one contest for each day."
I thought for a moment, "And how many other couples are participating supposedly?"
"Five."
"That's not that many," C/n stated.
R/n deadpanned, "Yeah, that's the whole reason why I had to get you two involved." She grabbed her belongings and stood from our lunch table, "Pretend like you wanna win. It shouldn't be that much work anyway."
We could only nod as she walked away.
Day 1: Matching Outfits
"This is pretty good for how little time we had," I stated, checking myself out in my full-body mirror.
In the reflection, I could see C/n's face scrunch up as if ready to hurl an insult.
"Can't believe I had to wake up early for this," he complained.
I turned away from the mirror and walked over to help fix his shirt.
"At least it's only for today."
He laughed dryly, "Yeah, until R/n pops up with another surprise."
I didn't have anything to say to that.
C/n and I chose pretty casual outfits that (mostly) matched in colors and style. It probably lacked creativity, but it's not like we were aiming for an A+.
By the time we reached our school's campus, the fact that we were even playing a game had left my mind. That is until R/n cornered us to take a quick picture for the polling that the school was gonna participate in by the end of the day, which the email conveniently left out.
"Wow, you actually look decent for once," C/b/f/n joked as he walked with us to our next class.
I had my arms interlaced around C/n's, slightly leaning on him as we walked.
C/n rolled his eyes, "Shut up. Y/n chose it not me."
"Yeah," I stated, "'cause C/b/f/n's right about your shit sense of style."
C/n smirked as he motioned his free arm and down his body, "Didn't seem like you cared much when you were begging for it yesterday."
I tightened my hold on his arm harshly, smiling innocently as he gasped in pain, "That did not happen."
Just before we made it inside the classroom, I smacked C/n on the back of the head and quickly walked to my desk before he could make any retort.
"Some things never change," C/b/f/n mumbled as he followed in behind us.
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Short StoryScenarios (one-shots) of you and your crush (NO LEMONS/SMUT) (Female)Readerx(Male)Crush Update Schedule: Thursdays @1 PM PST (not every thur tho) Originally published: June 11, 2017 Republished: February 20, 2024 The cover picture I photographed mys...