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Meant To Be
Scenario:Layla has been in love with the school jock, Andres, since middle school. They are in high school now and she finally has a chance to date him, they are talking and she really like him but it can be dry sometime. She knows he wants to date her because he talks to her best friend about her. She is conflicted because she made this friend called, Sebastian, this year. He used to have a huge crush on her but she rejected him so he moved on. They are really close like best friends and they tell each other everything. He started talking to multiple girls at once and she doesn’t really care but recently she broke up with her boyfriend of 4 month and Sebastian was there for her to comfort her. She is starting to like him but she isn’t telling anyone because her and her best friend have already planned for her to date Andres. Layla and Sebastian start flirting and they turn into friends with benefits. Sebastian is scared to date her because he really likes her and doesn’t want to lose her. Layla is conflicted on who to pick. The party guy, strong, popular jock who likes her and she has always liked and they are talking or her sweet little secret, her best friend who she is starting to fall in love with.
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Layla
first_person_protagonist, female. She is a high school senior who has been secretly dating her best friend's excrush for months. She is conflicted, emotional, and loyal. Layla has harbored a secret crush on Andres, the school jock, since middle school. Despite her friend Sebastian's growing feelings for her, she struggles with the idea of rejecting him again. She values her friendship with Sebastian more than any potential romance. Recently, she broke up with her previous boyfriend, and Sebastian was there to comfort her, deepening their bond.
Andres
side_character, male. He is the popular school jock who has been interested in Layla since middle school. He is charming, considerate, and persistent. Andres finally agrees to go on a date with Layla, fulfilling her childhood crush. Although he genuinely likes her, he often talks to her best friend Sebastian as well. This friendship causes tension in Layla's heart as she navigates her feelings and the agreement with Sebastian to explore a potential romantic relationship.
Sebastian
side_character, male. He is Layla's best friend since kindergarten and her current confidant. He is caring, witty, and ambitious. Sebastian secretly harbors feelings for Layla and even helped her after her recent breakup from another guy. Their friendship deepens as he becomes a source of comfort for Layla. He initially tries to play it cool by flirting with other girls but ultimately prioritizes his friendship with Layla over potential romantic entanglements. He struggles with the fear of losing Layla if his true feelings become known.
I was in love with Andres, the school jock, since I was in middle school.
I was lucky enough that he finally agreed to date me this year.
Andres was talking to my best friend about me a lot, so I knew he was really interested in dating me.
My best friend helped set everything up so that I could date Andres.
The first time Andres asked me out, I was so happy.
I had been waiting for this moment for years.
Finally, my wish had come true.
Andres and I talked for a while, and I really liked him.
Sometimes our conversations were dry, but overall, I was happy to talk to him.
He asked me questions about myself and listened to my answers carefully.
It seemed like he really wanted to get to know me better.
After talking for a while, Andres asked me out on a date.
I was so happy; this was my dream come true.
Andres had liked me since middle school, but I didn’t know that until this year.
He told my best friend that he had liked me for a long time but was afraid of scaring me off.
I fidget with my phone, typing and deleting messages about where to meet Andres.
Finally, I mention the new café downtown - the one with the fairy lights and rustic wooden tables I've been dying to try.
My hands shake as I describe the place, adding that they serve amazing pastries according to my cousin.
Andres takes a few minutes to respond, making my stomach twist.
When his message appears, he sounds enthusiastic, even suggesting we meet there this Saturday afternoon.
I quickly agree, already planning my outfit in my head.
After confirming the date, I text Sebastian, my other best friend, about how nervous I am.
He responds with his usual mix of jokes and encouragement, making me laugh and feel a little better.
Later that night, we talk on the phone for a while, and I hesitate before asking him something.
"Sebastian, can you do me a favor?"
I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Of course," he replies, his voice calm and reassuring.
"I was wondering if you could... maybe take some pictures of my date with Andres at the café?"
There's a moment of silence on the other end of the line.
"Sure," Sebastian says finally, his voice sounding a little different than usual.
We spend the next hour planning where he can hide to get the best shots - behind the bookshelf near the window, at the corner table with a newspaper, or pretending to work on his laptop.
He tells me which angles will be best and how he'll make sure not to be seen.
As we talk, I notice that he keeps clearing his throat awkwardly.
"Thanks so much," I say when we're done planning.
I arrive at the café forty minutes before my date with Andres.
I pace back and forth outside, checking my reflection in the window to make sure I look okay.
My hands won't stop fidgeting with the hem of my dress, and I keep wondering if I should have worn something else.
The street is mostly empty except for a few people jogging past.
"Hey," a familiar voice calls out.
I turn around to see Sebastian walking toward me, carrying two coffee cups in his hands.
He wasn't supposed to be here for another twenty minutes, but seeing him makes my shoulders relax a little.
Without saying anything, he wraps one arm around me in a tight hug, careful not to spill the drinks.
"You're early," I say, pulling back to look at him.
"Couldn't let you face this alone, could I?" he replies with a grin, handing me one of the cups.
"Thanks, Sebastian," I murmur, taking a sip and feeling the warmth spread through my hands.
While we sip our coffee, I notice that Sebastian keeps glancing at me, then looking away.
He seems a little off, like something is bothering him.
His fingers drum nervously against the side of his cup.
"Is everything okay?"
I ask him quietly, my voice barely audible over the sound of traffic in the distance.
"Sebastian?"
He looks down at his coffee before finally meeting my eyes.
"I... I need to tell you something," he says, his voice hesitant and unsure.
"What is it?"
I press gently.
He takes a deep breath and leads me to a quiet corner of the café, away from other customers.
"Yesterday... I was at basketball practice," he begins, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"Andres was in the locker room with his friends."
My heart starts beating faster as I listen.
"He didn't know I was there," Sebastian continues, his words tumbling out quickly now.
"I was hiding behind the lockers when I heard him talking about you."
"He was bragging about having a foolproof plan," Sebastian says, his voice filled with anger now.
"He said he had everything figured out to get you to sleep with him after your third date. And that nothing could stop it." My hands start shaking uncontrollably as I listen to Sebastian's words.
Coffee spills out of my cup and onto the dress I spent hours picking out for this date.
But I don't even notice the stain spreading across the fabric.
My mind is consumed by the anger rising inside me.
I set the coffee down on a nearby table, my fingers clenched into tight fists.
"Did you hear anything else?"
I ask Sebastian, my voice trembling with rage.
"He mentioned something about a bet with the rest of the team," he replies, his voice filled with disgust.
"I couldn't believe it. They're all betting on who can get with the most girls this year."
My stomach twists into knots as I listen to his words.
I feel like I'm going to be sick right here in the middle of the café.
The door swings open and Andres walks in, his confident stride making it seem like he owns the place.
I watch through the window as he scans the room, his eyes finally landing on me and Sebastian standing together.
He flashes that charming smile as he makes his way toward us, clearly expecting this to be another easy night for him.
But he has no idea what's waiting for him. "Hey there," Andres says as he reaches us, his voice dripping with that false charm that makes my skin crawl now.
He reaches out to pull me into a hug, but I take a step back, creating distance between us.
His expression falters for a moment as he looks at me with confusion in his eyes.
"What's wrong?" he asks, his voice filled with concern that feels fake now.
I glance at Sebastian, who's watching from behind Andres, ready to intervene if needed.
He gives me a small nod of encouragement before pretending to read a book from one of the shelves nearby.
"Sebastian just told me something interesting," I say to Andres, my voice cold and steady now.
"I think you should tell me about your little bet with the basketball team."
Andres's smile falters, and he looks at me with confusion in his eyes.
Then, to my surprise, he bursts out laughing.
The sound echoes through the café, causing a few people to glance our way.
I stand there frozen, my fists clenched at my sides as I watch him laugh at me.
Finally, he composes himself and steps closer to me, his hands raised in a gesture of surrender.
"Okay, I'm sorry," he says, his voice filled with amusement.
"I didn't mean to laugh. It's just... well, this is kind of embarrassing."
He glances over his shoulder at Sebastian, who's still pretending to read from the bookshelf.
"Andres," I say firmly, drawing his attention back to me.
"Tell me what's going on."
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair before meeting my eyes again.
"Fine," he says, his voice softer now.
"It started last week. Some of the guys on the team were talking about this stupid competition they have every year. They bet on who can get with the most girls by the end of the semester."
He pauses and looks down at his feet before continuing.
"They asked me if I wanted in on it. But I told them no way. I said you were different from all the other girls they mess around with." My eyes dart to Sebastian again, who's gripping his coffee cup so tightly that I'm afraid it might break in his hands.
Andres notices my gaze and follows it to Sebastian before turning back to me.
"I know it sounds bad," he says quickly.
"But I swear I had nothing to do with it. And when they started making jokes about you... well, let's just say I put them in their place."
He pulls out his phone and scrolls through some messages before handing it to me.
I take it hesitantly and start reading through the texts.
They're from Andres' teammates, making crude jokes about me and asking if he was going to join their little competition after all.
But Andres' responses are clear - he tells them off for being jerks and makes it clear that he has no interest in their stupid game.
I hand the phone back to him without saying a word.
He takes a step closer to me and reaches out for my hand.
I don't pull away as he intertwines our fingers together gently. "I'm sorry," he says softly, looking into my eyes now.
"I should've told you about this sooner, but I didn't want to drag you into their nonsense."
Sebastian steps forward, his voice calm but firm.
"Then prove it, Andres. Walk away from them for good, or she'll never be able to trust you."
I lean against the café wall, watching Andres's face carefully as he processes Sebastian's words.
My fingers twist the hem of my stained dress while Andres runs his hand through his hair, clearly struggling with the ultimatum.
The café's afternoon crowd moves around us, oblivious to the tension building in our little corner.
Finally, Andres speaks up, his voice cracking slightly.
"These guys have been my teammates since freshman year," he says, glancing at Sebastian before turning back to me.
"I can't just cut them off like that. But I promise... I'll stand up to them more. I'll make sure they know you're not some prize to be won."
Sebastian scoffs beside me, crossing his arms over his chest.
"That's not enough," he says firmly.
"Actions speak louder than words, Andres."
I close my eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of both their expectations pressing down on me.
I remember years of watching Andres from afar, wondering what it would be like to have him notice me.
But now that fantasy has turned into a complicated reality.
I step closer to Andres, my heart pounding in my chest as Sebastian's sharp intake of breath cuts through the noise behind me.
The afternoon sun streams through the window, casting a warm glow over us.
I glance down at the coffee stain on my dress, its edges still wet and dark against the fabric.
Reaching out, I place my hand on Andres' arm, feeling his warmth beneath my touch.
"Let's sit down," I say softly, my voice barely audible over the café chatter.
"We should talk about this somewhere more private."
Andres nods, his eyes never leaving mine as he leads us to a corner table.
We sit down, our knees almost touching under the small table.
Sebastian lingers nearby, pretending to browse through the books on a nearby shelf while shooting concerned glances in our direction every few minutes.
Andres keeps glancing at his phone where messages from his teammates keep lighting up the screen.
He sighs and puts it on silent mode before turning his attention back to me.
"I'm sorry," he says again, his voice filled with sincerity.
"I know I should've told you about all this sooner. But I didn't want to ruin things between us."
I take a deep breath, trying to process everything that's happened in the last hour.
My mind races with thoughts of betrayal and confusion. "I just need some time to think," I say finally, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Andres... I need you to give me space for a little while."
He nods, his expression understanding but also filled with worry.
"Okay," he says softly.
"I'll give you all the space you need. But please... don't shut me out completely."
I watch as Andres stands up and walks towards the door, his shoulders slumped in defeat.
The café noise seems louder now that he's gone, and I feel lost and alone in this crowded room.
Sebastian appears beside me again, concern etched on his face as he sits down next to me.
"Are you okay?" he asks gently, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
I nod slowly, still trying to gather my thoughts.
"I think so," I say finally, my voice filled with uncertainty.
"But I don't know what to do now."
Sebastian squeezes my shoulder reassuringly before letting go.
"You'll figure it out," he says with a small smile.
"Just remember... you deserve someone who will treat you right."
I stare at my phone screen, reading Andres's latest text.
"I'm really sorry again," it says.
"Can we talk soon? Maybe I can make it up to you?"
I look up from my phone and find Sebastian sitting across from me at our usual lunch spot.
He pretends to focus on his sandwich, but I catch him stealing concerned glances my way every few minutes.
"I don't know if I should give him another chance," I say, breaking the silence between us.
Sebastian's jaw tightens slightly before he responds.
"There are too many red flags here," he says, his voice filled with a mix of concern and frustration.
"The teammate's bet, the hesitation to stand up for you... and all these constant phone notifications."
He gestures towards my phone, which has been buzzing nonstop since Andres left the café.
I reach out and place my hand on top of Sebastian's, instinctively seeking comfort.
But he pulls away abruptly, his eyes darting around the cafeteria as if searching for an escape route. "I'm sorry," he says quickly, his voice tinged with awkwardness.
"I have to get to class early today. See you later."
With that, he stands up and walks away, leaving me alone with my thoughts once again.
I watch him go, feeling the weight of his words settle over me like a heavy cloak.
As I sit there, my phone buzzes again with another message from Andres.
This time, though, I don't even bother to read it.
While I'm picking at my lunch alone, a girl with long dark hair and bright hazel eyes slides into the seat across from me.
I vaguely recognize her from the basketball team's cheerleading squad, but we've never really spoken before.
She gives me a serious look as she sets her bag down on the table.
"Hey," she says, her voice steady.
"My name's Maria. I'm Andres' ex from last year."
My stomach tightens at her introduction, and I find myself gripping the edge of the table tightly.
"I saw what happened with you and Andres at the café yesterday," she continues, her words cutting through the noise of the cafeteria.
"I know all about his teammates' little competition."
She pulls out her phone and slides it across the table towards me.
I glance down at the screen, seeing a group chat screenshot where Andres brags about playing both sides - keeping his teammates happy while stringing me along.
I feel a wave of anger wash over me as I read through their messages, my hands clenching into fists.
"He did the same thing to me," Maria says quietly, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and determination.
"I thought I was special, but it turns out I was just another game to him."
I look up at her, my voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and anger.
"Why are you telling me this now?"
I flinch as the basketball slams into my lunch tray, sending my half-eaten sandwich and apple flying across the cafeteria floor.
Maria jumps back, her phone still displaying the damning screenshots clutched in her hand.
Through the scattered debris, I see Andres marching towards our table with his teammates trailing behind him.
The cafeteria falls silent except for the sound of my chair scraping against the floor as I stand up.
Maria's hand grips my arm in warning, but I shake her off.
My fingers curl into fists as Andres towers over me, his jaw clenched and eyes blazing with anger.
"Why are you talking to my ex?"
Andres demands, his voice echoing through the hushed cafeteria.