<p><b>Fake. That''s what we are. That''s what we agreed to be. So why does it feel so real?</b><br><br>I thought it would have been harder, convincing everyone our school''s star receiver was mine and mine alone, but I was wrong. We played our parts so well that the lines between us began to blur until they disappeared completely.<br><br>The thing about pretending, though, someone''s always better at it, and by the time I realized my mistake, there was no going back.<br><br> I fell for our lie. And then everything fell apart.<br><br> It turned out he and I were never playing the same game.<br><br>He didn''t have to break me to win.<br><br>But he did it anyway.</p>