Five Years of Make-Believe — The Hot Transfer Student

I opened my camera roll and quickly found the only fitter of me and Julian. It was from day 15. I suggested we take a photo together, specifically to show Chloe. Maybe it'd work better.

I suggested we take a photo together. Sure. In the photo, Julian held up his phone, bent down a little, and gave the camera a slight I stood behind him, stiff and careful, sneaking glances at him from the corner of my

I hesitated, but in the end I didn't delete the photo. At break time, I was making my rounds collecting homework for English. It's totally normal to catch feelings, but he only went after you for two weeks. After all, he's my boyfriend now.

Don't worry. I don't like him. After that, Julian and Chloe were everywhere. He whined and dined. But soon enough, all that loud excitement got buried by different news.

A transfer student showed up in our class. Everyone was talking about him. Several times, I stepped out of the classroom and saw crowds hanging around the Oh, show me. Where is he?

Where is he? Where is he? I heard the transfer student in your class is insanely hot. Is he really that good looking? No idea. I didn't even know where he sat.

After class started, I sat up straight. Then someone poked my back again.