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The Crush
Scenario:Encouraged by friends, a shy girl takes a brave step toward her crush during lunch.
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Lily Thompson
nervous, and determined. Lily harbors a secret crush on Jake Mitchell, her classmate. Despite her shyness, she decides to approach him during lunch with the encouragement of her friends. She struggles with selfdoubt but eventually gains confidence to talk to him, leading to an unexpected friendship.
Emily Carter
optimistic, and supportive. Emily joins Sarah in encouraging Lily to approach Jake during lunch and celebrates with them when Lily succeeds in doing so.
Jake Mitchell
friendly, and outgoing. Jake is initially unaware of Lily's crush on him but warmly welcomes her when she approaches him during lunch. He offers her a seat at his table and engages in conversation, showing genuine interest in getting to know her better.
I, Lily Thompson, am a shy girl.
I never share my feelings with anyone.
I have a crush on Jake Mitchell.
He is a very popular boy in our school.
He is a good athlete and plays many games.
Many girls of our school have a crush on him, but I never express my feelings to him.
I am too shy to express my feelings to him.
But today, I decided to talk to him.
My best friends, Sarah Johnson and Emily Carter, noticed my feeling for him.
They encouraged me to talk to him.
Today, we all had lunch together.
Sarah and Emily sat on either side of me for my support.
I was too nervous to walk to the canteen where Jake had his lunch.
Sarah and Emily encouraged me a lot.
Then, I took a deep breath and walked towards the canteen.
I saw him sitting with his friends.
He was laughing and chatting with his friends.
He looked very handsome and charming.
My heart beat faster when I saw him.
I wanted to run back but couldn't.
My feet were stuck there.
Just then, Sarah and Emily pushed me near to him.
I fell near to him.
Oh no!
I was too embarrassed.
I quickly stood up and smiled at him politely.
"Hi, Jake. May I sit here?"
He looked at me curiously for a few seconds before smiling brightly.
"Hello. Of course, you can sit. There are many vacant seats."
I sat down in the empty seat across from him.
My hands were shaking beneath the table.
His friends looked at me with mild curiosity, but then they continued their conversation about the upcoming basketball game.
Jake took a bite of his sandwich, waiting for me to talk.
I fumbled with my lunch bag, trying not to drop my apple.
The noise of the cafeteria faded into the background as I focused on steadying my voice.
I glanced up and saw Sarah giving me an encouraging nod from two tables away.
Jake noticed my nervousness and gave me a friendly smile.
"Did you watch our last game?" he asked, giving me an opening.
I gripped the edge of my seat and leaned forward slightly.
"Yes, I did," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I think you played really well, especially that last shot."
Jake's eyes lit up with genuine surprise. "Really? That was actually the first time I tried that move in a game."
His smile widened as he leaned forward, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone.
"It's not something I normally do."
He motioned me closer, and I found myself leaning in without hesitation.
The canteen was bustling with the usual lunchtime chatter, but Jake's friends were too engrossed in their own conversation about weekend plans to pay much attention to us.
I felt my shoulder tense slightly as Jake glanced around to make sure no one was listening.
The serious look in his eyes made my heart race faster.
I gripped my water bottle a bit tighter, trying to appear casual while I waited for him to speak.
Just then, a loud crash echoed from the lunch line, making both Jake and me jump in surprise.
He reached out lightly and touched my arm to regain my attention, then leaned in closer, lowering his voice even more.
"Lily, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," he said, his eyes searching mine for understanding.
I blinked, taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanor. "What is it, Jake?"
He hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "I've noticed you in the stands at every game, and I think it's really cool that you're always there."
His friends started gathering their things, preparing to leave, but Jake remained focused on our conversation.
My fingers fidgeted with the edge of my napkin as I worked up the courage to be honest.
The canteen was still bustling around us, but Jake leaned closer, waiting for me to continue.
I caught a glimpse of Sarah giving me a thumbs-up from across the room, and it gave me the confidence to speak.
My voice came out softer than I intended, almost getting lost in the background noise.
"I watch your games because I think you're an amazing player."
Jake's expression shifted from serious to a genuine smile that reached his eyes.
"Thanks, Lily," he said, his voice warm and sincere.
"But there's something else I wanted to tell you."
He paused, glancing down for a moment before meeting my eyes again.
I took a deep breath, gathering my courage as he leaned forward expectantly.
The fluorescent lights in the canteen cast shadows across his face, accentuating his features.
My lunch sat forgotten on the table as I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.
Jake's hand moved closer to mine, his fingers lightly touching my knuckles.
The gentle contact made my breath catch in my throat.
Before I could find my voice, Jake cleared his throat and spoke again.
"I've been hoping you'd talk to me for weeks now."
His cheeks flushed slightly pink as he continued, stumbling over his next words.
"I really like you, Lily."
My hands trembled as I stared into his hopeful eyes.
The fluorescent lights above us cast an unflattering glow, but Jake's face seemed to shine with anticipation.
I gripped the edge of the lunch table, steadying myself against the nervous energy coursing through my veins.
The clattering trays and student chatter faded into the background as I focused on the moment unfolding before me.
Sarah and Emily watched from their table, both leaning forward in rapt attention.
Jake's hand remained near mine, his fingers barely touching my skin, sending shivers down my arm.
I took a deep breath, my chest tight with nervousness, and met his gaze directly.
With a surge of determination, I shifted my chair closer to Jake.
My heart pounded against my ribs, threatening to spill out onto the table between us.
The fluorescent lights cast an unflattering glow, but Jake remained perfectly still, watching me with gentle eyes.
I placed my hands flat on the table, using it for support as I leaned forward.
The scent of his cologne wafted up, mingling with the aroma of school food and filling my senses.
Sarah gasped audibly from her table, but I kept my gaze locked on Jake's face.
His expression softened further, understanding in his eyes as I closed the distance between us.
My hair fell forward, brushing against his shoulder, stretching out the moment like elastic.
I watched as his face transformed, the tension draining from his features.
A smile spread across his face, revealing dimples I'd never noticed before.
The fluorescent lights caught the gold flecks in his brown eyes, illuminating them like a beacon.
Jake's hand moved, reaching across the table.
His fingers intertwined with mine, the rough calluses from basketball practice warm against my palm.
Behind us, Sarah squealed in excitement, drawing glances from nearby tables.
Jake squeezed my hand gently, ignoring the whistles from his teammates across the cafeteria.
He leaned closer still, his breath tickling my ear as he spoke softly.
"I was so worried you'd never feel the same way."
His voice was barely above a whisper, but it resonated with sincerity.
"I've wanted to tell you for so long, but I didn't know if you'd even noticed me."
I squeezed his hand in response, my own voice caught in my throat.
The fluorescent lights above us cast an unflattering glow, but Jake's face seemed to shine with a soft light.
I shifted forward, drawn to the warmth of his hand and the gentle pressure of his fingers on mine.
The noise of the cafeteria faded into a distant hum as I leaned closer, my heart pounding against my ribs.
Jake's thumb traced circles on my palm, sending shivers up my arm.
His cologne mingled with the scent of his fabric softener, filling my senses with a familiar comfort.
His breath caught as I leaned in further, my hair brushing against his cheek.
I tilted my face up toward his, my pulse thundering in my ears.
His warm breath tickled my cheek as he leaned down, meeting me halfway across the lunch table.
The fluorescent lights cast shadows across his face, but I could see every detail - the long eyelashes, the slight tremor in his lips, the way his throat moved as he swallowed nervously.
My fingers tightened around his as our faces drew closer together, the edge of the lunch table pressing into my ribs.
His free hand came up to brush a strand of hair back from my temple, his touch feather-light against my skin.
I closed my eyes as his lips hovered inches from mine, the warmth of his breath mingling with my own.
The harsh glare of the cafeteria lights softened behind my closed eyelids, replaced by a soft golden glow.
His hand still held mine across the table while his other hand cupped my cheek, his thumb gently stroking my skin.
The metal edge of the lunch table pressed into my stomach as I leaned forward, but I barely noticed the discomfort.
My heart thundered in my chest, pounding out a rhythm that echoed through every cell in my body.
His nose brushed against mine, sending shivers down my spine.
In that moment, everything else faded away, leaving only us.
I pulled back slightly, my lips still tingling from the contact.
His hand remained cupped around my cheek, his thumb tracing gentle circles on my skin.
The fluorescent lights above us cast a soft glow, illuminating the wonder in his eyes.
His fingers trembled against my face, and I noticed a faint blush creeping up his neck.
The lunch bell rang out suddenly, jolting us both from our reverie.
Jake's hand tightened around mine for a moment before he let go, his eyes locked on mine.
"I'll find you after class," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the din of the cafeteria.
I nodded, my heart still pounding in my chest.
I gathered my things while Jake reached into his backpack, pulling out a folded piece of paper.
His hands shook slightly as he slid it across the table toward me.
The cafeteria was emptying quickly, students rushing to their next classes.
But Jake waited, watching me intently as I picked up the note.
The paper felt crisp between my fingers, the edges sharp against my skin.
The cafeteria was almost deserted now, just a few stragglers lingering at the tables.
Jake stood up slowly, adjusting his varsity jacket over his broad shoulders.
He touched my shoulder briefly before turning away, walking out of the cafeteria and leaving me alone with his note.
I held it tightly in my hand, my heart still racing from our kiss.
