I͎ ͎w͎a͎s͎ ͎d͎e͎v͎a͎s͎t͎a͎t͎e͎d͎,͎ ͎i͎t͎ ͎w͎a͎s͎ ͎h͎u͎m͎i͎l͎i͎a͎t͎i͎n͎g͎,͎ ͎B͎e͎c͎a͎u͎s͎e͎ ͎y͎o͎u͎ ͎n͎e͎v͎e͎r͎ ͎o͎w͎e͎d͎ ͎m͎e͎ ͎a͎n͎y͎t͎h͎i͎n͎g͎,͎ ͎M͎u͎c͎h͎ ͎l͎e͎s͎s͎ ͎r͎e͎c͎i͎p͎r͎o͎c͎a͎t͎i͎o͎n͎,͎ ͎L͎o͎v͎e͎ ͎n͎e͎w͎l͎y͎ ͎u͎n͎r͎e͎q͎u͎i͎t͎e͎d͎,͎ ͎I͎t͎ ͎m͎a͎d͎e͎ ͎m͎e͎ ͎v͎i͎l͎l͎a͎n͎i͎z͎e͎ ͎y͎o͎u͎,͎ ͎I͎ ͎w͎a͎s͎ ͎s͎o͎ ͎h͎u͎r͎t͎,͎ ͎I͎t͎ ͎w͎a͎s͎ ͎e͎a͎s͎i͎e͎r͎ ͎t͎o͎ ͎b͎e͎ ͎a͎n͎g͎r͎y͎ ͎t͎h͎a͎n͎ ͎t͎o͎ ͎b͎e͎ ͎s͎a͎d͎

The entire friend group knew how you felt about Aryan, and so did he. But, instead of being serious about it, he decided that he'd play a little joke on you.

"We should go out one day. Just you and me, a little date thing," He'd said to you last week.

You guys planned out a cute little date, and he said he'd pick you up at 6 p.m. for it. It's currently 9 p.m. and you're balling your eyes out, because he's been posting since 6 about the girl he's at a party with.

The rest of the group, as you find out, had known about his plan, and they kind of made a joke of it the next day, not really realizing how much it had affected you.

You begin avoiding the friend group, especially Aryan, but today, you guys had a photoshoot together, and you couldn't get away from him.

"How've you been?" Aryan asks, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as the photographer snaps show shots.