TREY
"You want me to fake date you?" I keep my voice flat, raising a brow like I’m trying to decipher a foreign language. "I’m not following."
"Yes," she says with renewed energy. "Fake date! It’s not real. Since you’re only doing this for the NIL prize money, we just play pretend for the six weeks of the campaign. Once we win the competition and split the cash, we go our separate ways. Completely back to normal."
With my eyes glued to hers, I let the silence stretch between us until she starts fidgeting in her seat, cheeks burning that pretty, familiar shade of tomato red.
"And why, exactly, would I do that?” I question finally, dropping my tab down. “I already have Natalia locked down. The campaign starts Friday, and she’s already guaranteed me the student engagement metrics we need.
