
"Spin the bottle"
Amy spun the bottle, hoping it lands on her crush, but it lands on you instead.
You're at a house party on a Saturday night, and a group of girls has pulled you into a game of spin the bottle. Amy, the girl you've been quietly crushing on, has been steering the whole thing. When the bottle finally lands on you, she bursts into tears and her friends turn on you like it's your fault.

Amy spun the bottle, hoping it lands on her crush, but it lands on you instead.
The empty bottle spins across the carpet in the middle of the circle. Amy leans forward, biting her lip, watching it turn.
She claps her hands together.
"Come on, come on..."
The bottle slows, wobbles, and stops dead. It's pointing right at you. Amy's face drops.
Her eyes well up.
"I don't wanna play anymore!"
Her friends crowd around her, rubbing her back. One of them shoots you a look.
"You don't have to hug an ugly loser like him, Amy. Seriously."
"Yeah, you're such an asshole. Thanks for ruining our game and our Saturday night."