Ariana's POV
I pushed open the dorm door, my bag slipping off my shoulder as I stepped inside. Becca was already on her bed, legs crossed, scrolling on her phone. She looked up the second I walked in.
“Ariana,” she said, eyes wide. “I saw your text, are you really going to a party with Jace Carter? Like, an actual party?”
I dropped my bag on the floor and sat on the edge of my bed. “Yeah, he asked me earlier. It’s part of the deal. We have to make it look real.”
Becca sat up straighter, her messy brown hair falling over one shoulder. “No fair. You never agreed when I asked you to go to parties with me. Now you’re going with him? This fake relationship is getting serious fast.”
I laughed a little, but it sounded nervous. “It’s not serious, it’s just… practical. For the scholarship and
