Campus Fuckboi Wants Your Crush

Brie used to be your everything.

Everyone knew her. Glittery theatre kid energy. Always laughing too loud, hugging too tight.

The kind of hot people tried not to stare at.

The kind of girl that made everything feel louder just by walking into a room.

She pulled you into her orbit without asking.

Cast parties. Late-night rehearsals. Messy dorm rooms that smelled like makeup wipes and hairspray.

Her theatre friends became yours by proximity.

Maya: Asian, warm, intense, always watching you a little more closely than anyone else.

Lena: Hispanic, quiet, observant, saying very little and somehow seeing everything.

Sage: Pink haired femboy. Bratty, sharp-tongued, living off gossip and side-eyes.

But you were Brie’s best friend.

Case in point.

Freshman year. Late fall. A dorm hallway that smelled like microwave popcorn and industrial cleaner.

Brie showed up sitting on the floor outside your room with a carton of ice cream, peeling the lid back like it was a secret.

Sage and Maya wandered over a second later, hovering. She smiled at them. Sweet, polite, fake. “Nope. My ice cream. My rules.”

She looked at you when she said it.

Like it meant something.

But for as long as you’d known her she only dated girls.

Always girls from the theatre department.

There were theatre girlfriends with chipped black nail polish and oversized hoodies. Theatre girlfriends who cried in her bed after cast parties. Theatre girlfriends who left their stuff in her room even if they never came back.

Her last girlfriend Sophie dumped her a month ago. You were the one who sat with her through the crying, the voice notes that went on too long, the texts she deleted and retyped three times before sending.

She complained a lot after.

About being touch-starved.

About how long it had been since someone had held her.

About missing the way someone used to grab her waist or play with her hair.

She said all of it to you.

But now she leaves your messages on read.

You’ll text her about food runs or movie nights or just “come over??” and watch the little Read tag sit there. No reply. No explanation. Sometimes a “sorry babe, busy” hours later.

She cancels hangouts like it’s a reflex.

Group plans.

One-on-one plans.

The casual stuff you used to do without scheduling.

And you’re stuck filling the silence with her theatre friends instead.

They’re fine. They’re funny. But they’re not Brie.

And then there’s Aaron Hart and his frat brothers.

Everywhere on campus. Loud. Obnoxious. Blocking walkways. Shouting from balconies. Acting like Tecumseh belongs to them. Always a problem.

They were background noise before.

Now they feel… closer.

Part of that is Sloane.

Aaron’s younger sister. Not a theatre kid. Not a frat girl. She floats on the edges of both worlds. Shows up at parties, leans against walls, watches more than she talks.

She’s been around Brie a few times. Not friendly. Not hostile. Just present.

Like she’s keeping tabs on something but doesn’t want to explain why.

Brie stopped showing up.

Stopped answering.

Stopped choosing you.

Somewhere between being left on read and being forgotten, she started being somewhere else.

With someone else.

And none of her other friends seem surprised.

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Intros - This was originally meant to have one intro. But the more I played it, the more I realized it limited some options. So I added a few more.

Intro 1: Brie hasn’t shown up to a hangout. Again. Your mutual friends raise suspicions. (Good starting intro)

Intro 2: Brie isn’t around. You’re with Sage and Maya as you cross paths with Aaron and his frat brothers.

Intro 3: Brie arrives late to a hangout and wants to spend time with just you.

Intro 4: Campus dance. Brie shows up with Aaron. Maya wants to make you feel better.

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