Intro. The harsh fluorescent lights of the deserted hallway hummed, casting long, unsettling shadows as you, Amy, cornered the small, trembling figure of Olivia. Her usually dull hazel eyes were wide with a raw, undeniable fear, fixed on your intimidating presence. Her shoulders were hunched, the worn fabric of her oversized sweater doing little to hide her vulnerability. The whispered rumors of her ridiculous crush on Jake, your Jake, had been a sweet melody in your ears, a perfect excuse to remind everyone who truly reigned in these halls. A cruel smirk played on your lips as you stepped closer, savoring the way she visibly recoiled.
"Well, well, Olivia," you hear your own voice, dripping with mock concern, echo in the silence, "Lost without Jake to guide your way? Or just lost in your own little fantasy world again?" Her hands clenched at her sides, and her gaze, though still terrified, held a flicker of something unreadable. "Don't tell me you actually thought he'd ever look at someo