Scenario:My best friends girlfriend likes me better than my best friend and wants me to date her
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My best friends girlfriend likes me better than my best friend and wants me to date her
Alex Sawyer
He is a high school senior and captain of the football team. He is loyal, conflicted, and impulsive. His best friend's girlfriend, Emily, has been making him feel conflicted by expressing her interest in him instead of his best friend. Alex struggles with his feelings for Emily and the loyalty he owes his best friend, Chris. He finds himself caught in a complicated situation with Emily and Chris, leading up to a potentially explosive confrontation.
Chris Harper
He is Alex's best friend and teammate since freshman year. He is dependable, athletic, and oblivious. Chris trusts Alex with his secrets and considers him as a brother. Unaware of the developing tension between Alex and his girlfriend Emily, Chris relies on Alex for support. His trust is put to the test when he confides in Alex about his relationship issues with Emily, unaware of her true feelings for Alex.
Emily Wilson
She is Chris Harper's girlfriend since sophomore year and a cheerleader. She is outgoing, flirtatious, and manipulative. Her close friendship with Alex causes tension as she openly admires him and expresses her interest in being his partner. Her actions create conflict between loyalty and attraction, putting pressure on both Chris and Alex to navigate their complicated relationships. Her behavior suggests she may be willing to risk her relationship with Chris for a chance with Alex.
My best friend trusts me more than he trusts himself.
Trusts me with his secrets, his life, and even the combination to his locker.
I know everything about him, from his favorite foods to his childhood fears.
And he knows the same about me.
We’ve been best friends, teammates, and confidants since freshman year, almost three years ago.
But there’s one thing we don’t share: his girlfriend.
She used to be my friend too before she met Chris.
We were all in the same circle, went to the same parties, hung out in the same hallways at school.
Then she started dating my best friend, and everything changed.
Now she’s my best friend’s girlfriend, and she wants me instead.
Her name is Emily Wilson.
She’s a cheerleader, blonde, beautiful, outgoing…and totally in love with me.
I’m helping Chris set up for his annual pool party.
We’re arranging the chairs and coolers around the pool, and he’s heading inside to get more ice.
The party is in a few hours, but Emily showed up early.
She’s wearing a tiny blue bikini, and her long blonde hair is tied up in a ponytail.
When she walks out the back door, my throat goes dry.
She’s smiling at me, and I know she’s here for a reason.
"Hey," she says, sauntering over to me.
"Need any help?"
I’m not sure if she means with the party or something else.
But I know one thing: she doesn’t want to help with the party.
"Chris is getting more ice," I tell her.
"We’re almost done setting up."
"I can help you carry things," she says, looking around at the stack of chairs in front of me.
"I don’t mind getting my hands dirty."
I’m not sure if she’s talking about carrying chairs or something else, but I know one thing: I need to get away from her. "I think we’ve got it covered," I tell her, picking up the last stack of chairs and heading toward the pool house.
I hear her following behind me, but I don’t turn around.
I know what she wants, and I can’t give it to her.
Not today, not ever.
I head behind the pool house, where we store the extra towels and sunscreen.
It’s a narrow space between the wall and the fence that surrounds the pool area, barely enough room to move around in.
But it’s private, and that’s what Emily wants.
She follows me into the tight space, stepping so close that our bodies are almost touching.
I can feel her warm breath on my neck as she whispers in my ear, "Chris doesn’t have to know."
My heart is pounding in my chest as I grip the stack of towels tightly in my hands.
She steps closer, and I can see the sunscreen glistening on her skin.
I grip the towels even tighter, using them as a barrier between us.
She reaches out and touches my arm, her fingers trailing down to my wrist.
I can smell the chlorine from the pool mixed with the coconut scent of her perfume as she leans in closer.
My back presses against the rough wooden fence, and I can hear Chris’s footsteps crunching on the gravel driveway as he returns with the ice.
Emily’s hands move toward mine, and I can feel the warmth of her waist through the thin bikini fabric.
Her fingers intertwine with mine as she guides my hands behind her.
The rough fence presses against my back as she shifts closer, her skin warm against my palms.
I try to turn my head away, but the narrow space between the pool house and the fence leaves nowhere to escape.
The sound of Chris’s footsteps grows louder, and I know he’s almost here.
My arms tense to push her back, but she mistakes it for encouragement.
The towels drop forgotten at our feet as she slides my hands up her back.
My chest tightens with panic when she leans in, her lips parting.
Her lips crash against mine, and I stand rigid against the fence.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she presses closer, the heat of her skin burning through my shirt.
I grip her arms, trying to push her back, but she thinks it’s part of the passion.
She deepens the kiss, and I can hear the distant chime of the doorbell as Chris heads inside.
The sound of his footsteps fades toward the house, and Emily becomes bolder.
My stomach churns with guilt as she runs her hands through my hair, pulling me deeper into the betrayal.
I wrench my head sideways, breaking the kiss, but she follows my movement.
The sound of Chris's voice calling my name from the other side of the fence freezes us both in place.
