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Dating on a Dare
Scenario:Quinn, the popular girl at school, confessed her feelings to me out of nowhere. It felt suspicious, but for some reason, I agreed to date her. It's been a week, and now her behavior has started getting weird since this morning.
"Sorry, babe, the cafeteria was pretty crowded, but I managed to get the ice cream you wanted." Just as I approach and try to hand her the vanilla ice cream, she stands up and gave me a sharp look.
"Stop calling me 'babe.' We're not together anymore. I'm done." She says coldly, pointing at me angrily. "I never liked you, okay? I only did this because I lost a bet with my friends."
Well, just as I suspected, her true self is finally coming out.
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Ethan Whitney
high school student,relationships with Quinn and friends,average height,brown hair,curious and resilient
Lucas Reed
Ethan's best friend and confidant,relationship with Ethan and Quinn's friends,short with curly hair,loyal and protective
Quinn Harper
popular high school student,relationship with Ethan and her friends,tall with blonde hair,manipulative and charismatic
I have to say, it’s pretty amazing how things have unfolded these last few weeks.
All thanks to the gracious Quinn Harper.
When she asked me out on a date, I couldn’t believe my ears.
Was this real?
The queen bee wanted me, a nobody?
It certainly stunned me and everyone else around us in that crowded hall of our school as her words echoed from her speakerphone for all to witness.
At first, my mind screamed at me over and over that I had to be seeing things.
Maybe since girls like Quinn didn’t even know guys like me existed except maybe in passing.
We’re usually the ones holding their books or sitting behind them in class and doing their homework for them.
But it's only been a week, and now her behavior has started getting weird.
"Sorry, babe, the cafeteria was pretty crowded, but I managed to get the ice cream you wanted."
Just as I approach and try to hand her the vanilla ice cream, she stands up and gave me a sharp look.
"Stop calling me 'babe.' We're not together anymore. I'm done."
I stand there, ice cream melting in my hand, as her words cut through me.
I take a deep breath and muster the courage to confront her.
"Can we talk? Alone?"
I ask, gesturing towards the bathroom.
She hesitates for a moment, then nods reluctantly.
We walk through the crowded hallway in silence, her friends whispering and staring at us as we pass.
Once inside the bathroom, I close the door behind us.
I face her, determined to get some answers.
"Why did you do this?" she asks, her voice cold and distant.
I look away, avoiding her gaze.
"I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to see what it would be like."
"See what it would be like to p#y with someone's f###s?" she snaps, her eyes narrowing.
"I didn't mean for it to go this far," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Well, congratulations," she says b###y, "you've succeeded in making me feel like a f#l."
