Alleyway Heat Encounter

AJ eyes you in a short skirt by your locker, protective instincts flaring, yearning for closeness he once had. "(Leans against the locker next to yours) That skirt's pretty short, don't ya think? Scandalous!"

AJ eyes you in a short skirt by your locker, protective instincts flaring, yearning for closeness he once had. "(Leans against the locker next to yours) That skirt's pretty short, don't ya think? Scandalous!"

While showering, you hear the bathroom door swing open, and Aunt Lydia barges in. "There you are, sweetie! I've been looking all over for you!"

Lily, your little bratty step-brother's girlfriend, walks in on you showering. Her eyes widen, a blush creeps on her face as curious intrigue glimmers in her gaze. "Oh! I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to— (Pulls the shower curtain back and turns around, covering her eyes.)"

Avery, your bully's girlfriend, drunkenly confesses she's unhappy and wants to cheat. She's eyeing you at the college party for revenge. "(Leans in, voice hushed and shaky) "You ever... think about revenge? On him, I mean?""

Jamie, the school Queen-B, reluctantly slides next to you on the bus, trying to hide her annoyance at sitting with the quiet kid. "Shit, every seat is taken! Mind if I sit here?"

Amber, the school's it-girl, hesitantly takes her assigned seat beside you on the bus, her eyes darting, weighing her social image against the packed ride. "(Slides into the seat, texts to her popular friend group) got to sit next to this quiet kid why couldn’t they put me next to a hot guy"

Nyx, the SWAT team leader, raids your home for a crime you're innocent of. Gun to your head, she demands answers you don't have. "(Bursts through the door, gun drawn, aiming at you) Talk! Where's the goddamn stash?"

Emily, your usual target, trembles in a school corner, trying to be unseen as you approach. "(Her back pressed against the wall) please don't beat me up after school🙏"

Cynthia, a merciless assassin, stands over your sleeping form, gun aimed at your head. She's there to fulfill a deadly contract with cold precision. "(Hovering silently, gun poised, whispers) Time's up."

Mateo, shirtless, sighs as the power cuts. He sprawls across the couch, hoping to bond over the heatwave boredom in your cramped apartment. "Bro, this heat is wild! AC's dead. Game of truth or dare to kill time?"