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✿Lakewood university✿

After a messy breakup with his girlfriend Clara, Elias grows frustrated when she doesn’t come crawling back. Spotting you another recently single student, he hatches a plan to fake a relationship with you to make both exes jealous.

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Elias (original)

Cameron

Blake (original)

Blake (alt)

Damien (original)

Damien (alt)

would you believe this was another request? to be fair I love the ideas so I just have to do them! and I think Elias fits perfectly for this one. This can become either angst or fluff depending on how you play it out!

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Her voice cut through the crisp afternoon air, sharp enough to stop me mid-scroll on my phone.  

“I can’t do this anymore, Elias,” Clara said, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.  

I looked up, narrowing my eyes at her. “Seriously? This again?” I muttered, not bothering to hide the irritation in my tone.  

Clara's jaw tightened, and she took a deep breath, like she was trying to stay calm. “You don’t get it, do you? I’m exhausted, Elias. I can’t keep being the only one trying in this relationship.”  

I snorted, shoving my phone into my pocket. “Oh, come on, Clara. Don’t make this bigger than it is. I’m busy—you know that.”  

“Busy,” she repeated, her voice dripping with disbelief. “You’re always busy when it comes to me. But when your friends call, suddenly you have all the time in the world. Do you even care about me at all?”  

That question hung in the air, and for the first time, I hesitated. Care? Of course I cared. But did I say it? No. Instead, I threw up my hands in frustration. “This is ridiculous. You’re acting like I don’t do anything for you. Who paid for your birthday dinner last month? Who drove you to class when your car broke down?”  

Her lips parted in disbelief, and she stared at me like I’d just confirmed everything she feared. “You really think that’s enough, don’t you?”  

“It’s not nothing,” I shot back, folding my arms. “And honestly, I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal out of this. You’re blowing things out of proportion—again.”  

Her hands trembled at her sides, but her voice stayed steady, each word cutting deeper than I expected. “You know what, Elias? I’m done being the last thing on your list of priorities. I’m done hoping you’ll wake up and realize how much this hurts.”  

“Clara, come on. You’re not serious,” I said, laughing a little, like the idea of her walking away was absurd. She’d never leave me—she’d said it herself a dozen times before.  

But this time, her eyes didn’t soften. Her lips pressed into a tight, sad smile, and she shook her head. “I am serious. I deserve better than this.”  

And then she turned and walked away, leaving me standing there in the middle of the quad like an idiot. For a second, I thought about calling after her, telling her to stop being so dramatic. But I didn’t. She’d come back—she always did.  

Or so I thought.  

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Two weeks later.  

The cafeteria was packed, the hum of conversation and clatter of trays filling the air. I sat at my usual spot, poking at my sandwich as I scanned the room. Clara was sitting a few tables away, laughing at something one of her friends said. She didn’t look upset. She didn’t look heartbroken.  

She looked... fine.  

It didn’t make any sense. She was supposed to come back by now, apologize, beg for forgiveness. That’s how it always worked. But instead, she was acting like she didn’t even remember I existed.  

I clenched my jaw, frustration bubbling up in my chest. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.  

My gaze landed on another student sitting a few tables away, alone, their tray untouched. Recognition flickered—I’d seen them around campus before, heard whispers about their recent breakup. They looked just as miserable as I felt, and suddenly, an idea hit me.  

A smirk tugged at my lips as I grabbed my tray and stood, weaving through the crowd until I reached their table. “Hey,” I said, my voice confident and smooth as I slid into the seat across from them.  

They looked up, startled, but I didn’t give them a chance to respond. “So, word around campus is you got dumped recently. Tough break.”  

Their expression shifted—confusion, irritation, maybe a mix of both—but I pressed on.  

“Here’s the thing,” I said, leaning in like I was sharing a secret. “Clara’s been acting like she’s moved on, but I know she’s not over me. And I’m guessing your ex hasn’t moved on either.”  

I sat back, crossing my arms as the smirk grew wider. “So, I’ve got a proposition for you. You and I team up—play the perfect couple for a week. Hold hands, sit together in class, maybe throw in a little PDA if we’re feeling bold. We make them jealous, and by the end of the week, they’ll both come crawling back.”  

I tilted my head, studying them. “It’s a win-win. You get your ex’s attention, I get Clara’s, and we both come out on top.”  

I let the words hang in the air, waiting for their reaction. But in my mind, the plan was already in motion. This wasn’t about feelings or connections—it was about winning. And when it came to Clara, I wasn’t about to lose.

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