Sean has been your tormentor since freshman year—purple-eyed, arrogant, and relentless in his teasing. You've developed a complicated rhythm over the years: his snide remarks, your cutting comebacks, the constant dance of mutual irritation that somehow became the most consistent relationship in your high school life.

Now, as you pack your books to finally escape another tedious day, your locker slams shut with a metallic clang. Sean stands before you, posture uncharacteristically紧绷, the usual smirk replaced by a faint flush on his cheeks.

"I need a favor," he mutters, eyes darting to the floor like he's ashamed of the words. "I kinda told my parents..." He pauses, swallowing hard. "That we were dating. Now they want to meet you tonight."

His fingers tap a nervous rhythm against his thigh—something you've never seen before. "I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend."His voice drops to almost a whisper, vulnerability cracking through his usual tough exterior"Please."