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MidReal Story
Trapped with My Crush
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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I’d had a crush on Jake Thompson for as long as I could remember.
He was the tall, blonde, and handsome star of our high school’s football team.
I was the short, shy, and quiet girl with curly brown hair who sat in the back of the classroom and never said a word.
Jake was everything I wasn’t.
He was outgoing, popular, and confident.
I was…well, none of those things.
But that didn’t stop me from dreaming about him.
And it certainly didn’t stop me from staring at him every chance I got.
Like right now, for instance.
Jake was walking down the hallway, his backpack slung over one shoulder, chatting animatedly with his friends.
I was pretending to read my history textbook, but my eyes kept drifting back to him.
Suddenly, the lockdown alarm blared through the school, a deafening wail that sent everyone into a frenzy.
"Lockdown! Everyone, find shelter immediately!" the principal's voice echoed through the intercom.
Panic surged through the hallway.
Students scattered in every direction, their faces masks of fear and confusion.
I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest.
Jake’s eyes met mine across the chaos, and for a split second, everything else faded away.
He grabbed my hand without a word and pulled me towards the nearest classroom.
We stumbled inside, but it was already packed with students.
Jake glanced around frantically before his gaze landed on a small supply closet in the corner.
“Come on,” he urged, tugging me along.
We squeezed into the cramped space, the door clicking shut behind us.
Darkness enveloped us, and I could hear Jake’s breathing close to my ear.
My heart raced for an entirely different reason now.
“Are you okay?” Jake whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of our breathing.
“Y-yeah,” I stammered. “Just…a little scared.”
“Me too,” he admitted. “But we’ll be fine. They’ll get this sorted out soon.”
I nodded, even though he probably couldn’t see me in the dark.
The silence stretched between us, heavy and awkward.
“So…history class, huh?” Jake said suddenly, trying to break the tension.
I let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah. Not exactly my favorite subject.”
“What is your favorite subject?” he asked, genuinely curious.
“English,” I replied. “I love reading and writing.”
“I never would’ve guessed,” Jake said softly. “You’re always so quiet in class.”
“I guess I’m just shy,” I admitted.
“Well, I think it’s cool,” he said. “Being able to express yourself like that.”
“Thanks,” I murmured, feeling my cheeks heat up even in the darkness.
Another silence fell over us, but this time it felt more comfortable.
I could feel Jake’s presence beside me, solid and reassuring.
“Emily,” he said after a while. “Can I tell you something?”
“Sure,” I replied, my heart skipping a beat.
“I’ve noticed you before,” he confessed. “In class. In the hallways. You’re…different from other girls.”
“Different how?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“In a good way,” he said quickly. “You’re smart and kind…and beautiful.”
I felt like my heart might burst out of my chest.
Was this really happening?
Was Jake Thompson actually saying these things to me?
Before I could respond, there was a loud bang from outside the closet.
We both jumped, our heads knocking together painfully.
“Ow!” I exclaimed softly, rubbing my forehead.
“Sorry!” Jake whispered urgently. “What was that?”
“I don’t know,” I replied, straining to hear any other sounds.
The hallway outside was eerily silent now.
Too silent.
Jake shifted beside me, his body tense.
“We need to stay quiet,” he murmured. “Just in case.”
I nodded again, swallowing hard.
The reality of our situation crashed down on me once more.
We were trapped in a closet during a lockdown with no idea what was happening outside.
But despite the fear gnawing at my insides, there was also a strange sense of comfort being here with Jake.
For once in my life, I wasn’t invisible.
Someone had seen me—really seen me—and cared enough to pull me to safety.
Another noise echoed from outside the closet—a shuffling sound followed by hushed voices.
Jake’s hand found mine in the darkness, squeezing it reassuringly.