"Oh yeah? And what do you have in mind, Satan?" I taunt. The corners of his mouth lift.

"I am going to take you out. Like, a date." 

I blink my eyes, speechless. My face turns visibly scarlet, and I try to hide it by glaring at him.

"Pardon?!"

"Don't get your hopes up, sweetheart." Aiden drawls. "I'm going to take you out.. on the worst date ever." 

Out of all the things he could have asked me, I never expected it to be a date. 

It could have been worse, though. I mean, its just one bad date, right? I've been on plenty of those. Like, for all I know, he could have asked me to dance wearing a clown suit in front of everybody, or made me proclaim that he was better than me at—well— everything. All I know is that this won't be so bad after all. 

"And I want that bad date to be the reason for our fake breakup." He continues. Oh wow, he's got this all figured out. I bet he spent half his waking hours thinking about this. The thought of it gives me nausea. 

I give him a sickly, sweet smile. 

Because I have something to add to this as well.

"Before that though, I want us to go on a proper date. Just so you know what you'll miss out on." I say, winking. I don't know where I got this newfound confidence, but I'm loving it. Aiden just smirks though. 

"Deal?" I add.

"Deal. Don't fall in love with me before I even get the chance to break your sweet little heart though."

I roll my eyes, annoyed. "Do you seriously think I'd fall for you? In your dreams, Satan." 

"Sure you won't—"

"A— anyway, tomorrow at eight, your house." I cut in, ignoring the blush creeping up on my face. 

"Its a date then."

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"You're going on a date with Aiden?!" Katelyn half-screams at me.

"Oh, come on Lyn, why are you so surprised? This was bound to happen."

"But you— he—his house?!"

"Where else, you dumbass?" I hiss, rolling my eyes. It has been a day since I asked Aiden out on a 'date'. Nothing really happened at school, Brandon was nowhere to be seen, thankfully. We are sitting in my room, Lyn on the chair, legs propped up on the table and everything. I glance at my phone's digital clock. Its six, two hours away from our date, and I am determined to show Aiden how we could have turned out, had we not been enemies. That'll tell him. 

"I don't know if I should be happy because you guys are finally going out or miserable because its not even for reals!" Lyn protests. 

I sigh. 

Of course its not real. I would never think of going out with Aiden— out of all people— on a date. I'm just doing it because a very fine gentleman named Brandon decided to enter in my life without warning! We need pictures of us doing cheesy couple stuff or whatever, so that its at least believable that we're dating.

Lets hope Brandon is online on social media, or this will all be for nothing. 

"I forbid you to be happy about this, Lyn, why in your right mind would you ever be happy!?" I hiss, glaring at her.

"Because! You and Aiden are literally a match made in—"

"In hell. A match made in hell. Don't you dare say otherwise." I fume. "And anyway, if there was any other person beside me that day, I would have done the same."

What is it with people who hate each other being shipped together for no reason whatsoever? 

What do they call it? Right, 'enemies-to-lovers'. 

It annoys me to no end, especially because I'm going through the same situation. 

Because, like— me and Aiden? Never happening. Sure, there might be times where I thought otherwise, but Aiden did everything to prove my thoughts wrong. 

It's almost as if he knows my shifting feelings. 

"Tch. Fine, whatever." Lyn says. "But tell me everything, and I mean everything about your date."

I sigh.

"Yeah, okay." I answer, rolling my eyes.

But what are we even going to do at our date? Dinner, and watch a movie, maybe. There really isn't much to do. I should call Aiden and ask him. But lets save that for later, I still have three hours. We sit in silence for a while.

"What do you think you should wear?" Lyn finally asks, breaking the quiet. 

Oh. 

I totally forgot that this was an actual date. With the person I hate the most. This will be easy, I'll just pick a random outfit and call it a day. 

I am not going to waste my time in picking one, especially not for him.