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Fake. That’s what we are. That’s what we agreed to be. So why does it feel so real? 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. The thing about pretending, though, someone’s always better at it, and by the time I realized my mistake, there was no going back. I fell for our lie. And then everything fell apart. It turned out he and I were never playing the same game. He didn’t have to break me to win. But he did it anyway.