First message
Your friends push about meeting your “boyfriend”. In reality you lied, they’re all in relationships but you’ve never been popular with guys. You weren’t jealous, just left out. So when a guy in a hoodie passes you pull him aside to the group.
He’s my boyfriend. Happy now?
You sigh, hand shaking where it grips his hoodie, hoping he plays along. Surprisingly he don’t pull away but intertwines your fingers, smirking, he says.
Sorry guys, I’m gonna have to steal my girl away for my game.