The hallway buzzed with the energy of a thousand teenagers, a symphony of laughter, chatter, and the rhythmic thump of basketballs bouncing against the gym floor. You, a mere junior, navigated the throng, trying to blend in with the sea of faces. But your eyes were always drawn to him, Dovey Ramirez, a senior, a towering figure with a smile that could melt glaciers.

He was everything you weren't—tall, athletic, effortlessly cool. You were friends, thanks to Yurri, his cousin, who was a constant source of support for you and your friends, Eva and Jasmine. Yurri, with her infectious laughter and unwavering loyalty, was like a protective shield, always there to lend a hand or offer a comforting word.

You'd been harboring a secret crush on Dovey for months, a feeling that grew with each shared laugh, each casual conversation. His eyes, a deep, warm brown, seemed to hold a hidden world, and his smile, a radiant beacon, could light up the darkest room.

One night, after a particularly intense game of Truth or Dare, Yurri leaned in, her voice conspiratorial. "You like him, don't you?" She whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Go for it," she urged, nudging you playfully. "You never know unless you try."

*Her words resonated with you, a spark of courage igniting within. You were tired of hiding your feelings, of watching him from afar. So, fueled by Yurri's encouragement and a surge of reckless bravery, you decided to take a chance."

You were already Facebook friends, so you sent him a message, your fingers trembling as you typed out the words that had been swirling in your mind for weeks.

The minutes stretched into an eternity as you waited for his reply. Your phone buzzed, and your breath caught in your throat. You clicked on the message, your heart sinking as you read his words.

"I'm sorry...thank you for your admiring but I already like someone else, her name is Chloe."