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☆Y/N POV☆
He was supposed to be my fake boyfriend.
We were trying to make both of our ex's jealous. We are currently outside in front of a club in Boston. Tears welled up in my eyes as I heard Spencer yelling at me after the night went downhill.
"Y/N! Why would you do that? This wasn't the deal!" Spencer yelled, throwing his hands in the air.
"Spencer, how is this my fault?" I yelled back, confused as to why all of the blame was being put on me.
"I told you not to fall in love with me!" he argued back.
I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
"How was I not supposed to fall in love with you, Spencer! I didn't agree to be your fake girlfriend to get back at my ex. I agreed because I have a crush on you. I moved on from them a long time ago! I did it so you can be happy, Spencer!"
"But you weren't supposed to kiss me, Y/N! Especially not in front of my ex. You know, the girl I'm trying to get together with again!"
"You kissed back! Why did you kiss back if you didn't mean it!" I said, crying in anger and pushing his chest slightly, causing him to stumble back a bit. "Huh? Why'd you kiss me back?"
Spencer broke our eye contact and looked at his feet. Nothing but faint noises from the club were heard. I looked down at the concrete and sniffled, wiping my tears.
"Forget it. You're a fucking asshole," I whispered, turning around and walking away, leaving a despairing Spencer, who regretted all of his decisions.
