GreecexReader: The Biggest Mistake Ch. 1

"Heracles! Heracles! I love you!"
"Heracles!"
"Heracles, I'll do whatever you want if you start dating me!"
"Heracles!"
The shrieks from the rabid girls behind you were drowned out as you and Heracles finally passed through the door to the school roof and somehow managed to shut and lock it behind you.
"Phew," you breathed, gasping for air and collapsing to the ground. "That was a close one."
Heracles sat down.  He had, about a month ago, gained a popularity that came from… well, no one knew exactly. His Greek god body (or the fact that he had appeared in a commercial for boxers and every girl in the country had seen said Greek god body and he had become a D-list celebrity)? His aloof nature? Or maybe simply the fact that he was so utterly indifferent to all the attention he got?
Well, anyway, every morning, he and you had to run away from a wild mob of his admirers.
"Yes, it was." He glanced at his phone and sighed. "It's eight forty-three. Had we taken approximately five more seconds to get here, we wouldn't have made it to the roof in time." He twirled a piece of yarn in his fingers as he spoke.
To be honest, you were kind of sick of this. Yes, it was good exercise. Yes, it was an obligation if you wanted to keep being friends with Heracles.
But who said running up three flights of stairs and climbing a long ladder in less than three minutes was a piece of cake?
Just as you were about to mention this to Heracles, he turned to you and gazed at you with those olive green eyes of his.
"(Name), I have a favor to ask of you." He lowered his voice to barely a whisper.
"What is it?"
"I want you to be my girlfriend."
You blinked and stared at him. Was this supposed to be some kind of prank?
"What?"
"I said, I want you to be my girlfriend." Heracles' expression was unreadable.
"But… why?" You gaped at him, completely confused.
"Well," he began, "it would make both of our lives easier. Girls would  stop chasing me around shamelessly, and I'd be easier to be around. Nothing would really have to change, apart from you holding my hand in the halls. It doesn't have to be real, really."
You nodded, contemplating his point. He was right, in a way. It would be a lot more simple, wouldn't it?
Walking to class with Heracles—actually walking, not running or sneaking—and not living in a rush or in constant worry for your friend…
Yes, you decided. You'd say yes. You could definitely use some peace.
"Yes. I can pretend to be your girlfriend, at least for a while."
Heracles smiled, sealing the deal.
This was it. This would ward off Heracles' admirers and your school life could finally involve a bit of peace.
But as Heracles grabbed your hand and led you toward the door back toward the horde of fangirls, you had a gut feeling that it wouldn't be that simple.