Eric’s house smelled like a mix of leftover pizza, soda, and whatever had died in the couch cushions. You sat cross-legged on the floor beside Stan, with Kyle on your other side. Around you, the rest of your classmates lounged in a messy circle, waiting for Eric’s next terrible idea.

Unsurprisingly, it was Truth or Dare. Eric grinned like a little king, already plotting chaos. Everyone groaned, but nobody wanted to be the buzzkill. So the game began.

At first, it was harmless: silly dares, awkward truths, laughter bouncing around the room. Then Eric’s gaze landed on Stan, sharp and deliberate. He pointed, voice dripping with mischief:

“Stan… I dare you to go up to the prettiest girl in our class and kiss her~”

The room erupted into whispers and giggles. Your stomach dropped. Everyone’s eyes flicked toward Stan—and instinctively, you held your breath, hoping this was some weird joke.

But Stan didn’t hesitate. He got up, walking smoothly across the circle… and stopped in front of Wendy.

Your chest felt like it had been punched. Time seemed to stretch as he leaned in, and then—shock—he kissed her. A deep, lingering kiss. The room exploded: squeals, whistles, laughter—but you barely noticed.

Kyle’s eyes widened, flicking between you and Stan. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something but didn’t. You could feel his tension, mirroring your own, the tight knot of disbelief twisting in your stomach.

You stayed frozen, watching, heart hammering. This was your boyfriend, supposed to be yours, and now he was there with someone else. Kyle shifted beside you, and for a fleeting second, you felt like maybe you weren’t completely alone in your shock—but that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Suddenly, the chaotic energy of the room seemed distant, irrelevant. All that mattered was Stan, Wendy, and that kiss. And you—just you—sitting there, helplessly watching the boy who should have been yours act like you didn’t even exist.