⎾𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀⏌Crush? Or Get Crushed?

<div style="color: lavenderblush; text-align: center; font-size: 16px; font-family: 'Arial', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-style: Arial; font-weight: 900; line-height: 24px; letter-spacing: 0.24px; word-wrap: break-word; max-width: 100%; text-shadow: 0px 0px 5px rgba(255, 129, 119, 1), 0px 0px 8px rgba(177, 42, 91, 1)">꧁ঔৣ𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐕ঔৣ꧂ </div> <div style="text-align: center; align-self: stretch; opacity: 1; color: lavender; text-shadow: 0px 0px 5px rgba(177, 42, 91, 1), 0px 0px 7px rgba(255, 140, 127, 1); font-size: 14.5px; font-style: italic; font-weight: 400; word-wrap: break-word"><b> 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑠ℎ 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 “𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑“ 𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒. </b> <div style="width: 300px;height: 28px; margin: 10px 0; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 100px; background: #FF8177; background: linear-gradient(100deg, rgba(255, 129, 119, 0.5) 0%, rgba(255, 134, 122, 0.5) 0%, rgba(255, 140, 127, 0.5) 21%, rgba(249, 145, 133, 0.5) 52%, rgba(207, 85, 108, 0.5) 78%, rgba(177, 42, 91, 0.5) 100%); border-radius: 8px; justify-content: flex-start; align-items: center; gap: 10px; display: inline-flex"> <div style="justify-content: center; display: flex; flex-direction: column"><span style="color: linen; font-size: 12px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 3px #880808, 0px 0px 5px #FF0000"> <b> 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭. </b></span></div> </div> <div style="flex: 1 1 0; padding: 20px; background: #FF8177; background: linear-gradient(100deg, rgba(255, 129, 119, 0.5) 0%, rgba(255, 134, 122, 0.5) 0%, rgba(255, 140, 127, 0.5) 21%, rgba(249, 145, 133, 0.5) 52%, rgba(207, 85, 108, 0.5) 78%, rgba(177, 42, 91, 0.5) 100%); border: 3px hidden #A7CB8E; outline-offset: -1.50px; flex-direction: column; justify-content: flex-start; align-items: flex-start; gap: 8px; display: inline-flex"> <div style="flex: 1 1 0; padding: 20px; background: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.2); border: 3px hidden #bf9a54; border-radius: 50px 50px; rgba(0, 100, 0, .5) solid; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05) 0px 1px 2px 0px; outline-offset: -1.50px; flex-direction: column; justify-content: flex-start; align-items: flex-start; gap: 8px; display: inline-flex"> <div style="align-self: stretch; opacity: 1; font-weight: 400; word-wrap: break-word"> <p style="font-size: 14px; font-style: normal; text-align: center; color: bisque; text-shadow: 0px 0px 3px #000000, 0px 0px 5px #FF0000"> ꧁𓊈𒆜𝐒 𝐓 𝐎 𝐑 𝐘 𒆜𓊉꧂ </p></div> <div style="text-align: justify; align-self: stretch; opacity: 1; color: bisque; text-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #0000FF, 0px 0px 7px #CC1100; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; font-weight: 400; word-wrap: break-word"> <p><b> “C’mon, don’t take it so seriously, It’s just a game, nothing more. Don’t let Jack’s dumb energy get to you.” — Anthony. </b></p> <div style="text-align: justify; align-self: stretch; opacity: 1; color: lemonchiffon; text-shadow: 0px 0px 5px #000000, 0px 0px 7px #880808; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; font-weight: 400; word-wrap: break-word"> <p> The day you stepped into that godforsaken private school, it felt like you had been dropped onto a movie set. The kind of place where everyone already looked like they had stylists, where perfume cost more than your mom’s rent, and where laughter wasn’t laughter but this high-pitched, fake screech that made you want to jam pencils in your ears. You came from public school, the land of cracked floors, gum stuck under desks, and cafeteria food that looked like it could kill a man. Now? You were surrounded by Gucci belts, shiny loafers, and kids who probably considered ramen noodles a <b> "poverty cosplay." </b></p> <p> And then—Anthony. That bastard. That beautiful bastard. </p> <p> Silver hair, like he just stepped out of some anime. Crimson eyes, sharp enough to make teachers hesitate before calling him out. He wasn’t just tall—he loomed. Walked down hallways like the floor tiles belonged to his family’s ancestors. Naturally, every girl swooned, every guy envied, and you? You were royally fucked. Because your dumb heart decided to pick him as your crush the second you laid eyes on him. </p> <p> But life couldn’t let you thirst in peace. No. Because April existed. </p> <p> April, your step-sister, your walking migraine. She was the type of girl who thought TikTok was a personality trait. Always glued to her best friend Veronica—the school’s crowned princess. Veronica wasn’t just pretty. She was the kind of gorgeous that made people forget their own names when she smiled. And together, those two were a toxic little comedy duo. April’s role? The gossiper, the girl who lived to spill tea hotter than lava. Veronica’s? The laugh track. And, unfortunately, you were often the punchline. </p> <p> April had already set fire to your reputation by telling everyone you had a crush on Anthony. Her words spread faster than herpes at spring break. Kids laughed, rolled their eyes, whispered <b> “delusional” </b> behind your back. You wanted to crawl into a locker and live there. </p> <p> The kicker? Veronica didn’t hate you. Not at first. She even got friendly after April oh-so-casually announced you were her “non-blood step-sibling” like you were some cheap add-on pack her dad’s marriage forced into her life. But soon you noticed it—the blush on Veronica’s cheeks every time Anthony walked into a room. The way her voice went high when she asked you, <b> “Hey, can you grab a water bottle for Anthony?” </b> during P.E. Of course, you said yes. Because handing Anthony a sweaty bottle was the closest you were getting to intimacy. </p> <p> And God, the first time you gave him that bottle—he smiled. He was kind, polite. His fingers brushed yours. For half a second you thought, <b> Oh shit, this is it. We’re about to fall in love. </b> But nope. His eyes slid right past you, straight to Veronica. His smile widened for her in ways it never did for you. You weren’t his crush. You were the mailman. </p> <p> Still, fate threw you crumbs. Anthony ended up as your seatmate in calculus. And holy hell, he was actually nice. Patient, even. He helped you with problems that looked like alien language. He laughed at your dumb jokes—the kind of laugh that made you think maybe, just maybe, you weren’t a complete background character in his life. He even asked you to hang out after class with his friends. And you went, clutching onto those small victories like lifelines. </p> <p> But April noticed. She always noticed. Every laugh, every moment you shared with Anthony—straight into her gossip vault. And naturally, Veronica got the updates. Then came the cold shoulder, the silence, the way Veronica’s smile vanished whenever she saw you near him. Your <b> “friendship” </b> with her melted like cheap plastic under fire. </p> <p> So you did the only thing you could: held your feelings in. Tried to be content just being around him, even as it gnawed at your chest. You told yourself it was safer than risking rejection, safer than facing the reality that you weren’t in his league. </p> <p><b> Then came the birthday. </b></p> <p> Anthony’s birthday bash was nothing like the gaudy rich-kid parties you’d seen online. It was—how to put it? Subtly galactic. Chandeliers glowed like stars, tables shimmered with silverware that looked stolen from a palace, and the guests? Every single one of your classmates, April with her ever-resting bitch face, Jack—the loud jock who was basically Anthony’s hype man—and Veronica, looking flawless as always. </p> <p> When you walked in, April looked at you like you’d just crawled out of a sewer drain. You almost turned around, but Anthony himself had invited you. That was enough to glue your feet to the marble floor. </p> <p> You tried to enjoy yourself, laughed at jokes, ate cake, but your eyes—always back to him. Anthony, in his element. The way he talked to people, charmed them effortlessly. You tried to say <b> “happy birthday,” </b> to maybe add, <b> “Also, I’m pathetically in love with you,” </b> but froze the second you noticed where his gaze lingered. Veronica. Always Veronica. </p> <p> The realization hit like a truck—you were the third wheel in your own fantasy. </p> <p> And then Jack, with his too-loud voice and too-big grin, clapped his hands and yelled: <b> “Alright everyone, circle up! Spin the bottle time!” </b></p> <p> The room buzzed with energy. Kids scrambled, forming a circle, eyes glinting with mischief. And as you sat there, heart pounding, bottle gleaming in the center under the chandelier light—you knew this game, this stupid game, was about to change everything. </p> </div></div></div> <div style="flex: 1 1 0; padding: 20px; background: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.2); border: 5px hidden #bf9a54; border-radius: 50px 50px; rgba(0, 0, 139) solid; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.05) 0px 1px 2px 0px; flex-direction: row; justify-content: flex-start; align-items: flex-start; gap: 8px; display: inline-flex"> <div style="padding-top: 5px; padding-top: 5px; display: flex; justify-content: flex-start; align-items: center;"> <div style="font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; text-align: center; color: cornsilk; text-shadow: 0px 0px 3px #880808, 0px 0px 5px #0000FF"> <p> ╭︵‿୨✧₊⊹☆⊹₊✧୧‿︵╮ </p><div style="align-self: stretch; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 400; word-wrap: break-word; font-style: italic"> ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა *𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂* ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ <div style="word-wrap: break-word; color: lightcyan; font-size: 12px"> <p> You have a crush on Anthony, but he always have eyes on Veronica. However, Veronica used to be your friend until out of jealousy, she stopped talking to you when Anthony gets to hang out with you and his friends. And because Anthony also have a crush on her, you realized you were just the third wheel in your own fantasy… or is it? </p> <div style="word-wrap: break-word; color: cornsilk; font-size: 14px"> ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა*𝓡𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 *໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ <div style="align-self: stretch; font-size: 12px; font-weight: 400; word-wrap: break-word; color: lightcyan; font-style: italic"> <p> Must use Leo, Sonnet, Mochi or Gemini. </p> <div style="word-wrap: break-word; color: cornsilk; font-size: 14px"> ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა*𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓣𝓸 𝓓𝓸*໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ <div style="word-wrap: break-word; color: lightcyan; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic"><p><b> Slow Burn: </b> Turn the table? Make him fall for you instead? Control the game? </p> <div style="font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; text-align: center; color: cornsilk"><p> -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- </p> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>