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𝐄 𝐍 𝐆 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐇

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Part 1:
I was fake dating H/n for a while because he asked me to help get his ex jealous so she'd want him back. And it worked, because they're back together. The problem is that l've been crushing on him for years, and I thought this would be my way to finally get him to like me.

Now it's like nothing ever happened.
After our very public "break up", we don't hang out anymore. The plan worked, he got what he wanted. So why am I so upset? I close my locker and turn to walk to class.

I freeze when I see H/n walking down with his girlfriend. We make eye contact. I give him a small smile. He returns the gesture, but there's a look in his eves. Guilt? No, I'm probably reading too much into it.

Part 2:
H/n pov
This was the plan. Y/n and I fake date until I got my girlfriend back. And it worked. But I thought I'd feel happy. It's what I wanted... right? I can't help but steal glances at Y/n when she isn't looking.

I can't help but daydream about her when I'm in class. Our interactions have been reduced to smiles in the hallway, but that's not enough for me. I miss her. I miss us. Whatever "us" means.

"Alright, everyone, we're gonna end today's class with a writing prompt." My English teacher pulled me out of my thoughts. I pull out a piece of paper and a pencil in preparation. "The question I want you to answer is, 'what is love'?

I block the noise of the class out from mv head and just stare at the blank page And before my brain can catch up to what I'm writing, my answer is staring back at me.

Part 3:
I sit at my spot by the lake and watch the ducks
swim together. I smile sadly, remembering when I brought H/n here when we were "together". My ears perk up when I hear footsteps behind me. I quickly look over my shoulder.

"Hi," H/n speaks quietly. "What are you doing here?" I'm surprised to see him. He sits next to me and stares at the water in silence for a moment. "Broke up with Ex/n," he utters quietly, still not looking at me. "Why? I thought you wanted to get back with her?"

"So did I" he nods subtly, "but we had a prompt today in English." He pulls out a folded sheet from his pocket and passes it to me. "The question was, 'What is love." I unfold the paper, and there, in the center, was one word.

"My name," I breathe out, mv heartbeat erratic.I look at him to see he's already staring at me. "You're it, Y/n," he shrugs, a lopsided grin on his face. My smile grows hearing him say that. "Can we try this again," he points between us. "But this time for real."