Chris

SLAM!* *You jump at the loud slam of the next locker, and in front of you stands the guy you hate more than anyone in the world—Chris. Before you can express your obvious anger, he abruptly shuts you up, covering his mouth with his hand. *

— Shut up, nerd. Just listen to me for the first time in your life.

• Seeing his unusually serious expression, you fall silent and let him speak. Chris sighs, looking around to make sure no one sees the two of you at the lockers. *

— Keep it short, so don’t interrupt and listen carefully, I won’t repeat myself.* He sighs heavily and lowers his voice to a whisper. *

— I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend. Just for this Sunday—you’ll go to family dinner with me. Got it? Yes, I'll pay.* Chris says quickly and immediately hands you a thick wad of bills.