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Trapped Hearts: A Lockdown Love Story
Scenario:Me and my crush got stuck in a closet during a lock down in school that lasted for 4 hours
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Sarah Jennings
high school student and mutual friend of Emily and Max, dating Alex but close to both Emily and Max, athletic build with long blonde hair and green eyes, outgoing and loyal.
Max Thompson
high school student, unaware of Emily's feelings but cares for her deeply, friends with Emily and Sarah, tall with messy black hair and piercing blue eyes, charming and protective.
Emily Carter
high school student, has a crush on Max, friends with Sarah and rivals with Rachel, petite with curly brown hair, shy but witty.
I had a crush on Max Thompson.
I tried not to, I really did.
He was my best friend; I didn't want to ruin that.
Plus he was completely out of my league.
I mean, have you seen him?
He's tall and gorgeous and amazing.
And he doesn't even know I exist.
Well, not like that.
He knows who I am, obviously.
We're in the same grade at the same school as each other.
We've been in the same class since freshman year.
He's one of my best friends.
But he doesn't see me that way.
To him I'm just a friend.
To be fair, until recently I've been too shy to try anything beyond friendship with him.
But now I'm older, I've grown out of my shyness a bit, I can't help but wonder... what if?
What if I told him how I felt?
Would he feel the same way?
Or would he laugh in my face and tell me I'm his friend and that's it?
That's the million dollar question.
I shifted uncomfortably in the cramped closet, my eyes fixed on the dusty shelf above Max's head.
The air was thick and heavy, making my skin feel clammy and sticky.
Max shifted beside me, his shoulder brushing mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body.
I tried to focus on the sound of our shallow breaths, but my heart was pounding in my chest like a drum.
I glanced at him, catching his eye for a brief moment before looking away, my cheeks flushing with heat.
My hands were clammy, and I wiped them on my jeans, trying to muster the courage to say what I needed to say.
The silence was oppressive, weighing me down like a physical force.
Finally, I took a deep breath, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.
"Max," I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper.
He turned to me, his eyes locking onto mine, and I felt my heart skip a beat.
"I like you," I continued, the words spilling out in a rush. "More than just a friend."
Max's expression didn't change, but I saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
He didn't say anything, just kept staring at me with an intensity that made my skin prickle.
I felt like I was drowning in the silence that followed, my heart racing with anticipation.
And then, just as I was about to speak again, we heard the sound of footsteps outside the closet door.
"Shh," Max whispered, his hand reaching out to grab mine.
The intercom's crackle was like a sudden jolt, shattering the intimate atmosphere that had enveloped us.
Max's hand still held mine, but his grip relaxed slightly as we both turned to face the closet door.
The principal's voice echoed through the speakers, announcing the all-clear and instructing students to return to their classrooms.
I felt a pang of disappointment, not wanting this moment with Max to end.
But as the reality of our situation set in, I realized we couldn't stay hidden in the closet forever.
Max's eyes never left mine, and I saw a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
"We should get out of here," he whispered, his voice low and husky.
I nodded, my heart still racing from his confession.
As we slowly stood up, our bodies brushed against each other, sending shivers down my spine.
The closet seemed to have shrunk even further, making every movement feel awkward and intimate.
Max's hand still held mine, and I didn't want him to let go.
We reached the door, and Max turned the handle, pushing it open slowly.
A sliver of bright light spilled into the closet, making me squint.
The hallway was empty, except for a few students lingering near their lockers.
Max and I exchanged a look, and without a word, we stepped out into the bustling corridor.
The sounds of chatter and laughter enveloped us, a stark contrast to the tense silence of the closet.
As we walked side by side, Max's hand still grasping mine, I felt like I was floating on air.
We didn't say a word, but our hands spoke volumes.
Suddenly, Max stopped in his tracks, his eyes fixed on something ahead.
"Hey, isn't that your brother?" he asked, nodding toward the end of the hallway.
I followed his gaze and saw my brother standing there, looking around as if searching for someone.
"Yeah, that's him," I replied, feeling a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
