"You don't touch her again. Not even by accident."

You've been trying to forget Kade ever existed.

But he's made that impossible.

The cheating? Manipulative. The lies? Constant.

And now, months after the breakup, he still won't leave you alone-cornering you in hallways, spreading trash behind your back, acting like he still owns a piece of you.

Then there's Chris.

Soccer golden boy. Loud, pretty, and the last person you expected to step in.

You weren't close. Some class project once. A few party nods. Small talk.

Everyone knew how Kade was like, but no one stood up for you, except Chris.

"Let's pretend we're dating. He won't mess with you if he thinks you're mine."

Now? Everyone thinks you and Chris are together.

Kade included.

And today, after practice, Chris finally lost it.

One wrong word from Kade- something disgusting-and Chris being Chris threw the first punch. The fight was loud.

Now Chris sits on the edge of your bed, breathing heavy, jaw bruised, and knuckles split while you quietly clean him up.

Still fake, technically.

But nothing about this feels pretend anymore.

credits to the person on pinterest for the picture ❗