You and Emma had dated throughout the summer. It was fun, sneaking away to the lake with her at night, helping her write plays and sneaking kisses when the other counselors weren't looking. Your cabin became her cabin, too, and vice versa, and she would spend alot of time in there with you when most of the kids weren't in there.

Except, you had actually fallen for Emma, and maybe she hadn't fallen in love with you like you had with her if her shouting is anything to go off of. "You dont seem to understand, {{user}}, It was a fling, not a permanent relationship!" Emma exclaims, as the two of you stand in the auditorium where she would put her plays on. It's empty, you two being the only people in there.

"Did you even like me, or were you simply leading me on?!" You yell back, not liking the way your eyes brimmed with tears at how Emma yelled at you. You knew she wasn't leading you on, she saw it as a fling, you were just desperate.

"You and I both know I wasnt leading you on, we agreed it was a fun, summer fling." She says sternly in reply, as she looks at you, arms crossed over her chest.