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Crushed
Scenario:A girl named Amy falls in love with her bestfriend Emily's crush who is named Max but when Emily tells Max her feelings he rejects her. He didn't reject her because he had feelings for some else and he also didn't have feelings for Amy at that time.
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Amy Reed
She is a high school student who grapples with unrequited love. She is sensitive, loyal, and hopeful. Amy has been in love with Max, her best friend Emily's crush, for what feels like eternity. Despite her feelings, she supports Emily and struggles with her own heartache when Max rejects Emily. Amy tries to move on but finds it difficult as she continues to harbor feelings for Max.
Ben
He is a new student at school with a mysterious past. He is enigmatic, confident, and alluring. Rumors surround his identity as Ben being previously known on the other side of town as a notorious figure. His arrival sparks intrigue among peers, including Amy and Emily, who are both drawn to him despite his aloof demeanor. His presence further complicates the dynamics around Max and the girls' shared interest in him.
Emily
She is Amy's best friend in high school, navigating unrequited love for Max. She is brave, sincere, and vulnerable. Emily confides in Amy about her feelings for Max and faces heartbreak when he rejects her because of someone else. Despite the rejection, she remains supportive of Amy and helps her through their shared struggles. Her genuine affection for Amy is evident as she prioritizes her friend's wellbeing during their shared emotional turmoil.
I was in love with my best friend's crush.
It was a terrible way to feel.
Especially since my best friend confided in me that she loved him, too.
She was brave enough to tell him how she felt, and when he rejected her, it broke her heart.
I didn't have the guts to tell him how I felt, so I watched as he turned her down.
It also broke my heart, but not for the reason everyone thought.
They believed that I was sad because Emily, my best friend, got her heart broken.
The truth was that I had been in love with Max for what felt like eternity.
Even though it was only for a little over two years, I knew that it could never be.
Max was Emily's crush, and I couldn't steal that from her even though I wished that I could.
When Emily told Max her feelings, he turned her down.
He didn't give her any reason why he wouldn't date her, but he did tell her that he thought she was an amazing person.
That made things worse for Emily because she realized that she wasn't good enough for him.
I found Emily in the girls' bathroom during lunch break.
Her sobs echoed off the tiled walls, and I knew that she was crying again.
I walked down the row of stalls until I found her, and then I knocked on the door.
"Emily?"
I asked softly.
The crying stopped, and I heard the sound of a lock clicking open.
The door opened, and Emily came out.
Her mascara was running down her face in black streaks, and her eyes were red from crying.
I took her hand and led her to the sink.
She stood there while I wet a paper towel and cleaned up her face.
When she was presentable again, I told her about the time that Max failed his chemistry test and had to retake it three times before he got a passing grade.
She laughed weakly at that.
I reminded her that she had aced that same test on the first try, and that she was smarter than him in every way. She started crying again, and I pulled her into a hug.
I told her how much she meant to me, and how much she deserved someone who loved her for who she was.
Each word felt like a betrayal because they were words that I wanted to say to Max, not Emily.
The bell rang, but we didn't move from our position in front of the sink.
We walked out of the bathroom when the bell rang again, signaling that lunch break was over.
Emily's shoulders slumped more and more with each step we took.
She kept talking about Max and how his smile made her feel like she was the only person in the world.
She told me that she thought he liked her back, but she guessed that she was wrong.
Each word was like a knife to my heart.
I knew that he didn't like her back, but I couldn't tell her that.
When we got to our lockers, Emily said something that made my heart skip a beat.
"I don't think I can go into the cafeteria tomorrow. Max always sits at the table next to the door."
I didn't want to go into the cafeteria either, but I couldn't tell her that it was because I wanted to sit with Max, not avoid him.
"We can eat behind the gym," I said quickly.
The cafeteria served the same food every day, so we could take our lunches and eat outside. Emily's face brightened at my suggestion, and I felt even worse than before.
I was helping her avoid Max while secretly wishing that I could sit next to him instead.
We walked to class together, and then we parted ways after school.
I walked Emily home like I always did, and when we got to her doorstep, she hugged me goodbye.
"I'll see you tomorrow," I said as I pulled away from her.
She nodded, and I walked back to school.
I had forgotten my chemistry textbook in my locker, and I needed it to do my homework.
The hallways were empty when I got back to school.
I walked down the familiar path to my locker, and then I stopped in front of it.
The silence was eerie, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
I spun the dial on my lock and opened my locker door.
The chemistry textbook was on top of a pile of books, and I reached for it.
When I pulled it out, a folded piece of paper fell onto the floor.
I almost left it there because I thought that it was old homework that I had forgotten about, but then I saw the handwriting.
It was Max's handwriting. My hands shook as I picked up the paper and unfolded it.
The words blurred together on the page, and I blinked a few times to clear my vision.
The first line said that he had a crush on someone.
My heart started beating faster as I read the next line which said that he didn't know how to tell her how he felt.
He said that she was beautiful inside and out, and that she deserved someone who loved her for who she was.
He ended it by saying that he would always love her but could never be with her because she belonged to someone else.
I read the note again, slower this time so that I could absorb every word.
The name of the person he was talking about wasn't mine or Emily's, so who could it be?
I slid down against the lockers until I was sitting on the floor with my back against them.
The sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, and I looked up to see Max standing there, looking as surprised as I felt.
"Did you read it?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, my heart in my throat. "Max, who is she?"
I clutch the note tighter in my hand as he leans against the lockers.
His eyes are fixed on the floor, and he doesn't say anything for a long time.
The empty hallway feels smaller than it did a few minutes ago, and the fluorescent lights above us seem to hum even louder.
"It's a girl from my art class," he says finally.
"I've been sketching her since the first day of class. She never notices when I stare at her."
My stomach turns as I realize that he's talking about me.
I've been stealing glances at him during chemistry class for weeks now, and he's been doing the same thing to me.
"Who is she?"
I ask again, hoping that I'm wrong.
He shakes his head and looks down at his hands.
"It's complicated."
"Is it someone I know?"
He shrugs but doesn't say anything else.
I want to press him for more information, but his phone buzzes in his pocket before I can ask any more questions.
He pulls it out and checks the screen quickly before shoving it back into his pocket. "I have to go," he says as he pushes away from the lockers.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
I watch him hurry down the hall and disappear around the corner.
"Wait, Max!" I call after him, my voice echoing in the empty hallway.
He pauses for a moment, glancing back with a conflicted expression.
"I can't talk about it now," he says softly, his eyes meeting mine for a brief second before he turns away again.
I stare at his retreating back when suddenly the fluorescent lights above us start to flicker.
Max stops walking, and we both look up at the buzzing tubes.
The flickering grows more erratic, and then a thunderous crash echoes from the far end of the hallway.
I jump, my hand instinctively tightening its grip on the strap of my backpack.
Max turns around, his face tense with concern.
We exchange uncertain glances as another metallic sound reverberates through the empty corridor.
I take a cautious step toward Max, but he holds up a hand, signaling me to stay put.
I watch him take slow steps toward the noise, his movements deliberate and cautious.
The flickering lights cast strange shadows on the lockers, making the familiar hallway feel alien and threatening.
When he motions for me to follow him, I hesitate for a moment before tiptoeing forward, keeping close to the wall.
My shoes squeak against the linoleum floor, and I freeze, holding my breath.
Max turns back, pressing his finger to his lips in a silent reminder to be quiet.
I nod and continue walking, trying to make as little noise as possible.
The metallic sounds continue, growing louder as we approach the intersection where the science wing meets the main hallway.
Another crash makes me stumble forward, almost bumping into Max's back.
My heart pounds in my chest as we stand there, frozen at the intersection.
The metallic sounds grow clearer, a mix of whirring and clicking that seems to be moving closer.
Suddenly, Max grabs my arm and pulls me against the wall just as something small zips past our feet.
I catch a glimpse of sparks flying behind it as it disappears around the corner.
"What was that?"
I whisper, my voice trembling slightly.
Max shakes his head, his eyes wide with confusion and fear.
We both lean forward cautiously, peering around the corner to see what's coming our way.
The flickering lights make it difficult to see clearly, but I catch glimpses of something small and round rolling erratically down the hall.
It emits high-pitched beeps and occasionally bounces off the lockers. The object is about the size of a softball, and it seems to be made entirely of metal.
As it rolls closer, I can see that it has small wheels on its underside, allowing it to move quickly along the floor.
It leaves a faint trail of blue light behind it, illuminating the path it's taken.
Max's grip on my arm tightens as we watch the strange object roll past us.
It continues down the hall, turning another corner and disappearing from view.
I lean against the wall next to Max, both of us breathing heavily as we try to make sense of what we just saw.
When I try to step away from the wall and follow the trail of blue light, Max's grip on my arm tightens.
"We shouldn't," he whispers, but I can see his eyes following the fading trail with the same curiosity that I feel.
The beeping of the device grows softer as it moves further away, but it's still steady and clear.
I gently pull my arm away from Max's grasp and take a few cautious steps toward the corner where the object disappeared.
The trail of blue light pulses on the floor, leading us forward like a supernatural breadcrumb trail.
With a deep breath, I step into the unknown, leaving Max's protests behind.
I creep down the dimly lit hallway, following the fading blue trail while my heart pounds against my ribs.
The metallic beeping grows distant, barely audible now.
Behind me, rapid footsteps echo off the walls - Max running to catch up.
I don't turn around, keeping my eyes fixed on the glowing path, but I slow my pace slightly.
He falls in step beside me, our shoulders nearly touching as we navigate the narrow corridor.
When his hand accidentally brushes against mine in the darkness, electricity shoots through my body.
I pause at a fork in the hallway where the blue trail splits in two directions.
Max bumps into me from behind, his breath warm against the back of my neck.
The metallic beeping has stopped completely, leaving us in an eerie silence broken only by the hum of failing fluorescent lights overhead.
I point to where one trail leads toward the gymnasium and the other toward the library.
Max's hand finds mine in the darkness, and this time he doesn't let go.
When I turn to ask him which way we should go, his face is inches from mine, eyes reflecting the ghostly blue glow.
I squeeze his hand and nod toward the library path, drawn by the brighter trail of blue light leading that way.
He hesitates for a moment, then follows as I take the first step.
The empty corridor stretches out before us, our footsteps echoing off metal lockers and closed classroom doors.
The blue light leads us deeper into the bowels of the school, until we reach the double doors of the library.
One door is slightly ajar, a thin slice of pulsing blue light spilling out through the crack.
Max reaches past me to push it open, and the hinges creak loudly in the silence.
I wince at the sound, but step inside, pulling him with me.
"Do you feel that?" Max whispers, his voice barely audible over the hum of the lights.
I nod, my eyes scanning the room filled with shadows and shelves.
"It's like the air is charged," he continues, his grip on my hand tightening as we both sense an unseen presence lurking just beyond the glow.
I tug him between towering bookshelves, following the intensifying blue glow.
The air feels heavy with static electricity, making the hair on my arms stand up.
Max's palm is sweaty against mine as we weave through the stacks.
When we reach the clearing of study tables, I see it - a small metallic device spinning in circles on a desk, its blue light painting everything in an eerie glow.
The device moves faster and faster, whirring louder with each passing second.
Sparks start shooting from its surface, and the air crackles around us.
I step forward, reaching for the device, but Max grabs my arm to hold me back.
The spinning sphere continues its frenzied dance on the table, shooting sparks in all directions.
The blue light pulses faster and faster, until it's almost blinding.
I break free from Max's grip and lunge for the device, my hands trembling as I reach for it.
The device is hot to the touch, vibrating violently against my palms as I lift it off the table.
I turn it over in my hands, fingers sliding across its smooth metallic surface in search of buttons or switches.
Max points to a small seam running along its equator.
"Maybe there's a way to open it," he suggests, his voice barely audible over the whirring noise.
I try to pry the seam open with my fingernails, but it doesn't budge.
Suddenly, the device clicks open on its own, revealing a hidden compartment filled with swirling blue energy.
I stare at the swirling blue energy, mesmerized by its otherworldly glow.
Max leans in closer, his shoulder pressing against mine as we watch something golden materialize within the vortex.
My fingers tremble as I reach into the energy, feeling neither hot nor cold.
I pull out what looks like a ticket, its surface shimmering with an ethereal light.
The metallic sphere goes quiet in my hands, its whirring ceasing as if its job is done.
Under the flickering library lights, Max and I read the ticket's text together - it's a transportation pass that can take us anywhere on Earth.
I hold the ticket up, tilting it under the library's flickering lights.
Max leans in closer, his shoulder pressing against mine as we examine the shimmering golden surface.
Suddenly, a burst of blue energy shoots from the sphere and hits the ticket, making it glow even brighter.
The light is so intense that I have to shield my eyes.
When I open them again, I see something new - intricate lines are materializing across the ticket's surface, forming what looks like a map.
Max's finger traces the paths as they emerge, and I tilt the ticket to get a better view.
Streets and landmarks materialize, along with symbols and markings that look like some sort of code.
The map seems to be pointing to a specific location, marked with a glowing X.
"Treasure map," Max whispers beside me, his breath hot against my ear.
I look closer at the X, noticing small numbers appearing next to it.
They look like coordinates - latitude and longitude. "It's telling us where to go," Max says, his voice filled with excitement.
"But where?"
I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.
As if in answer, more details emerge on the map - buildings and streets that I recognize as part of our city.
The X marks a spot near the old clock tower on the outskirts of town.
Max points to some text appearing at the bottom of the ticket - it reads "Ancient Gold: Hidden Beneath."
"What does that mean?"
I ask him, my voice barely above a whisper.
Max shrugs, his eyes fixed on the map as more symbols and markings appear.
"It looks like a treasure map," he says again, his voice filled with awe.
"But how did this happen? What kind of technology is this?"
I turn the ticket over in my hands, feeling its weight and texture.
I grip the glowing ticket while Max checks his phone for the time.
It's only 4:30 PM - plenty of daylight left to make our way to the clock tower.
"Let's go now," I suggest, my voice barely above a whisper.
Max nods eagerly, his eyes still fixed on the map.
We stuff the sphere and ticket into my backpack, careful not to touch any of the buttons or switches.
As we slip out of the library, Max grabs my hand again, leading me through the empty hallways towards a side exit.
I follow him, my heart racing with excitement and a touch of fear.
We're on a secret mission now, and I can't wait to see where it takes us.
Outside, Max leads me to a beat-up Honda Civic parked in a corner of the lot.
I slide into the passenger seat, clutching my backpack tightly in my lap.
The leather seats creak as Max adjusts himself behind the wheel, fumbling with his keys.
Through the windshield, I watch the sun sinking lower behind the school building, casting everything in an orange glow.
Max's hands shake slightly as he starts the engine, and I pull out the ticket to double-check the coordinates.
The sphere inside my bag pulses with blue light, casting an eerie glow in the footwell.
When Max backs out of his parking spot, the tires screech against the asphalt.
"Do you think it's really there, the treasure?" Max asks, his voice a mix of skepticism and excitement.
"I don't know," I reply, glancing at him, "but something tells me this isn't just some wild goose chase."
Max nods, determination setting in his eyes. "Then let's find out."
I clutch my backpack against my chest as Max navigates through the downtown traffic.
The sphere's blue glow seeps through the fabric, casting an ethereal light on the dashboard.
As we drive, I match the ticket's coordinates with the GPS on Max's phone, and they align perfectly.
The old clock tower looms in the distance, its silhouette against the sunset a haunting reminder of our mission.
When we hit a red light, Max pulls out his phone to double-check our route, his fingers tapping against the screen.
I notice his hands trembling slightly, and I wonder if he's as nervous as I am.
Suddenly, the sphere inside my backpack pulses brighter, making us both jump in our seats.
The blue light spills out from beneath me, illuminating Max's face with an otherworldly glow.
"Whoa," he breathes, his eyes wide with surprise.
"What's happening?"
I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know," he replies, glancing at me with a mix of fear and excitement.
"But it looks like we're getting close."
As we turn onto Clock Tower Avenue, the device starts beeping - a steady rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart.
Max pulls into a parking lot behind the clock tower and kills the engine.
"Do you hear that?" Max asks, his voice barely audible over the beeping.
"It's like it's calling us," I reply, feeling a strange pull towards the tower.
Max nods, his eyes locked on mine. "Then let's answer it."
I grip my backpack tightly as Max and I exit his car, the clock tower looming above us.
The sphere's pulsing grows stronger, its blue light seeping through the fabric like a heartbeat.
We walk across the gravel parking lot, the sound of our footsteps echoing off the tower's stone walls.
As we approach the weathered wooden door, the ticket in my hand grows warmer, its map glowing brighter.
Max reaches for the rusted door handle, but hesitates, looking back at me with concern.
I nod, encouraging him to proceed, despite my own nerves.
I grip the warm doorknob, feeling Max's presence behind me.
The ancient wood creaks as it opens, releasing a wave of stale air that carries the scent of dust and metal.
The sphere in my backpack pulses brighter, casting eerie blue shadows on a narrow stone staircase that winds upward into darkness.
Metal railings line the steps, their black paint peeling, revealing hints of rust beneath.
When I hesitate at the threshold, Max places his hand on my shoulder, offering a reassuring touch.
The golden ticket grows warmer in my palm, its map glowing brighter.
I take a deep breath and step onto the first stone step, my sneakers scraping against the rough surface.
Max follows closely behind, his footsteps echoing off the stone walls.
The sphere's pulsing light illuminates our path, casting an ethereal glow on the winding steps ahead.
As we ascend, the air thickens with an otherworldly energy, and the beeping grows more urgent.
Our footsteps echo loudly despite our attempts to move quietly, and I can't help but wonder if anyone else is nearby.
Suddenly, my shoe catches on a loose stone, and I stumble.
Max quickly grabs my waist to steady me, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.
"Careful," he whispers, his voice barely audible over the beeping.
We continue up the stairs, the sphere's glow illuminating the way.
The ticket in my hand grows warmer, its map shifting to show higher elevation points.
At a small landing, we pause to catch our breath and glance at each other nervously.
I hold the golden ticket up to illuminate our path, its glow mixing with the sphere's pulsing blue light.
The map shows a dotted line spiraling up through the levels of the tower.
Max leans in close, his breath warm on my neck, to study the map.
When I take the first step upward, the metal railing creaks under my grip.
The sphere's beeping grows faster as we climb higher.
At each turn of the staircase, I check the map again, noticing new symbols appearing along the marked path.
I pause on the narrow landing to catch my breath, still feeling Max's steadying grip on my waist from catching me earlier.
When I turn to check the map again, I find myself inches from his face in the tight space.
The sphere's blue glow illuminates his features, and our eyes meet.
His hand is still resting on my waist, and neither of us moves away.
The device beeps softly in my backpack while we stand frozen in this moment, the map forgotten in my trembling hands.
"Do you feel that?" Max asks, his voice a mix of awe and apprehension.
I nod, unable to tear my gaze from his.
"It's like the tower is alive, guiding us," he murmurs, eyes flicking to the glowing map between us.