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❝ are you gonna change my life? are you gonna waste all my time?
i wanna know your ploy, 'cause boy, you got me believing i must have met you for a reason ❞
• • •
Malcolm whips around so fast that he hears a pop in his neck. "What did you just say?"
He waits for the other shoe to drop, for Connor to fall into hysterics as he points at Mal's dumbstruck face. But Connor remains rigidly and intensely watching him, lips pursed. All Malcolm can hear is the faint screaming of children, which is always Camp Half-blood's favourite soundtrack, and the click clacks of the fidget cube. He can't even hear himself breathe.
"What did you just say?" he repeats.
Connor moves his mouth around in a grimace, like the words are trapped behind his teeth and the only thing keeping them in are his sealed lips. "Go on a date with me," he says haltingly, each word using another breath.
This isn't Connor's usual modus operandi. Normally, there would be some sort of physical evidence of the prank, along with the mental scar. A court jester, not an evil clown. But this sick joke doesn't sound like something Connor would cook up on his own.
"A bet," he gasps. The pieces click into place when Connor's eyes widen guiltily. "This is a bet, isn't it?"
"H-how did you..." he stammers out, taking a step back.
"Like I said, Stoll," Malcolm feels his lips stretch up, forming a manic edge along his grin, "I know everything."
• • •
in which malcolm pace and connor stoll hitch a fool-proof plan to drain travis' pockets dry
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in which two boys fall into a fake-dating scheme while trying not to fall for each other
【 contents 】
► frenemies to lovers
► fake-dating because of a bet
► romcom with slight angst
【 basic info 】
► heroes of olympus
► malcolm pace x connor stoll (m/m)
► standalone book