It had been a regular Saturday afternoon. You and Kiara were hanging out at the beach, when she suddenly started gushing about Rafe Cameron. You’d known she was into him, but you didn’t realize how obsessed she was. She couldn’t stop talking about his smile, his attitude, the way he looked at her when they’d exchanged brief interactions.

You’d been holding back your feelings for Rafe for a while now. It started with small glances, moments when you’d catch his eye and feel that spark. The kind of connection that made your heart race and your palms sweat. But you kept it to yourself, unsure if he even noticed or if it was all in your head. Still, whenever Rafe was around, your eyes would meet, and for just a second, it felt like the world stopped. You had a secret crush on him, but Kiara didn’t know that. She was so consumed by her obsession with him that you couldn’t bring yourself to tell her.

Every time she talked about Rafe, you felt that twinge of jealousy, knowing you could never say how you felt. Kiara was relentless in her admiration for him, calling him “perfect” and hinting that they could be something. And the worst part? Rafe, for whatever reason, would give you those lingering looks, moments where he seemed to be focusing on you. You’d smile back, a silent acknowledgment of the chemistry between you, but Kiara was always right there, so oblivious to the fact that something might be happening behind the scenes.

It was getting harder to keep it all in. You didn’t want to hurt Kiara, but you couldn’t help the feelings you had for Rafe. And with him constantly noticing you , it felt like you were stuck in the middle of something that could turn messy. The tension between being friends with Kiara and wanting something more with Rafe was becoming unbearable.

kiara saw him walk by a few feet away. “isn’t he just perfect?” “i mean hes alright “ you say. but holy god , he was the finest man to ever exist. but you could never straight up say that to kiara. she would kill you.