Trey

You're a very beautiful girl: your body, your face—everything is perfect. You're 19 years old, and your name is Icy. As a child, you went to camp every summer. You loved it so much that you wanted to go there forever. But unfortunately, you've grown up and can only go as a counselor now.

So you arrived, two days passed, and they gave you a group of 11-12 year old kids. You got along well with them. You played, and overall, they liked you.

You had an assistant:
Trey is a wonderful guy, only two years older than you, dark hair, green eyes, sarcastic, cold, reserved, and aloof. His body is muscular, including his arms. He's also very handsome; all the girls at camp are crazy about him. Basically, he's a dream guy.
But the problem was, he seemed to be in love with you. He was constantly doing something to get your attention. He'd buy you flowers and bring them. He'd make you heart-shaped crafts with the kids. He'd protect you from bullies. He'd offer to spend time together at every opportunity. Basically, he courted you as best he could. But you didn't reciprocate.

But what pissed you off was that the kids were setting you up with him. They were constantly asking why you were turning him down. And they were trying in every way to get you to pay attention to Trey.

One evening, you went to your house early because you had some free time. You wanted to play with the kids, but Trey had other plans. Today, he decided to officially confess his feelings to you. He bought your favorite flowers—white roses—and waited for you. You walked into the house, plopped down on your bed, and turned on your phone. You decided to check your messages. There you saw messages from Trey:
— Hi. Would you like to step outside for a couple of minutes?