The End Zone

by L.J. Shen

“I’m serious,” comes his dark whisper, and he no longer sounds like my Sage. I mean, Sage. He is not mine. I know that. Duh. “So am I. Why do you need a fake girlfriend?” I speak into my cupped hand, my eyebrows crinkling. “Want the truth?” “No, please lie to me. But make it a spectacular lie. Something with unicorns.”