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MidReal Story
A High School Love Story
Anonymous
Aug 9
Scenario:Girl named Ella meets this guy named Devin during English class when he asks her to borrow her eraser and when he sees her blonde hair and smokey blue eyes he suddenly feels a flame get lit in his heart and he starts falling in love with her and starts to befriend her
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Sarah Jennings
Ella's best friend and confidante, supportive of Ella and friends with Devin, curly red hair and freckles, bubbly and loyal.
Devin Matthews
charismatic high school student, friends with Ella and Sarah, tall with dark hair and hazel eyes, outgoing and protective.
Ella Thompson
shy high school student, friends with Devin and Sarah, petite with blonde hair and smokey blue eyes, reserved yet kindhearted.
I was sitting in English class, waiting for the bell to ring so I could go home.
It was my last class of the day, and I was exhausted.
I had been up late the night before studying for a test in Chemistry, and I was ready to go home and take a nap.
I was just about to put my head down on my desk when someone slid into the empty seat next to me.
I looked over and saw Devin Matthews, one of the most popular guys in school, sitting next to me.
"Hey," he said with a smile.
"Do you have an eraser I can borrow?"
I nodded and handed him my eraser.
Devin took the eraser from my hand, his fingers brushing against mine.
"Thanks," he said, his eyes meeting mine for a moment longer than necessary.
I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks and quickly looked away.
"No problem," I mumbled, trying to focus on the notes in front of me.
As the class progressed, I could feel Devin glancing over at me every now and then.
It was distracting, to say the least.
Finally, he leaned over and whispered, "So, how's Chemistry treating you?"
I looked at him, surprised that he even knew I was taking Chemistry.
"It's... challenging," I admitted. "But I'm managing."
He nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, Mr. Harris can be tough. What other classes are you taking?"
I hesitated for a moment but found myself answering him. "English, obviously. History, Math, and Art."
"Art? That's cool," he said, genuinely interested. "What do you like to draw?"
"Mostly landscapes," I replied, feeling a bit more comfortable. "It's relaxing."
"Nice," he said with a smile. "I've always wanted to try drawing but never got around to it."
The bell rang, signaling the end of class.
I started gathering my things, still feeling a bit dazed by the unexpected conversation.
As I stood up to leave, Devin turned to me. "Hey, Ella," he began, looking slightly nervous. "A few of us are having lunch tomorrow—me and Sarah mostly. Would you like to join us?"
I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest.
Lunch with Devin and Sarah?
It sounded both thrilling and terrifying.
"Sure," I heard myself say before I could overthink it. "I'd like that."
"Great!" Devin's face lit up with a smile that made my stomach flutter. "See you tomorrow then."
I nodded and walked out of the classroom, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.
As I made my way down the hallway, I couldn't help but wonder what had prompted Devin to talk to me in the first place.
Was it just a random act of kindness?
Or was there something more?
Lost in thought, I didn't notice someone calling my name until they were right next to me.
"Ella! Wait up!"
I turned to see Sarah jogging towards me, her backpack bouncing with each step.
"Hey," she said breathlessly when she caught up. "Devin told me you're joining us for lunch tomorrow."
"Yeah," I replied, still trying to process everything. "He invited me."
Sarah grinned. "That's awesome! We've been wanting to get to know you better."
"You have?" I asked, genuinely surprised.
"Of course," she said as we walked together towards the exit. "You're really talented in Art class. And besides, Devin's been talking about you lately."
My heart skipped a beat at her words.
"Really? What did he say?"
Sarah gave me a knowing look but didn't elaborate.
"You'll find out tomorrow," she said with a wink.
We parted ways at the school entrance, and I headed home with my mind racing.
What did Sarah mean by that?
And why was Devin talking about me?
The questions swirled in my head as I walked through my front door and dropped my backpack on the floor.
I needed answers—but for now, all I could do was wait for tomorrow's lunch.
The next day arrived faster than I expected.
Before I knew it, it was lunchtime and I found myself standing outside the cafeteria doors.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed them open and scanned the room for Devin and Sarah.
There they were, sitting at a table near the window.
Devin spotted me first and waved me over with a smile.
"Hey Ella! Over here!"
I walked over to their table, feeling every eye in the cafeteria on me.
Devin stood up and pulled out a chair for me.
"Thanks," I said quietly as I sat down.
"No problem," he replied smoothly before sitting back down himself.
Sarah smiled warmly at me from across the table.
"We're glad you could join us."
"Me too," I said honestly.
Just as we started eating and chatting casually about classes and hobbies, an unexpected figure loomed over our table—Mark Johnson, another popular guy known for his unpredictable behavior.
"What do we have here?" Mark sneered as he looked directly at me.
He leaned closer to me, making me flinch.
"What's wrong, Ella? Too good for us now?"
Devin stepped between us, his eyes blazing with anger.
"I said, leave her alone," he repeated, louder this time.
Sarah grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the confrontation.
My heart raced as I watched Devin stand his ground.
Mark's expression darkened, but he finally backed off, muttering under his breath.
Devin turned to me, his face softening.
"Are you okay?" he asked gently.
I nodded, grateful but shaken.
Sarah squeezed my hand reassuringly, offering a supportive smile.
The cafeteria buzzed with murmurs and whispers as students watched the scene unfold.
I could feel their eyes on us, but I tried to focus on the familiar faces of Devin and Sarah in front of me.
"Let's get out of here," Sarah suggested, glancing around at the curious onlookers.
We gathered our things and made our way out of the cafeteria.
The hallway was quieter, the sound of our footsteps echoing off the walls.
Devin walked beside me, his presence comforting despite the tension still lingering in the air.
We found a quiet spot outside under a large oak tree.
The leaves rustled softly in the breeze, providing a sense of calm after the chaos inside.
Devin sat down on the grass and patted the spot next to him.
I hesitated for a moment before sitting down beside him.
Sarah settled down on my other side, her expression thoughtful.
"Mark's always been a jerk," she said quietly. "Don't let him get to you."
I nodded, still feeling the adrenaline from the encounter.
Devin looked at me with concern. "If he bothers you again, let me know."
His words were sincere, and I could see the determination in his eyes.
"Thanks," I said softly. "I appreciate it."
We sat in silence for a few moments, letting the tranquility of our surroundings wash over us.
"So," Sarah said brightly, breaking the silence. "What do you guys want to do now?"
Devin glanced at me. "How about we go to that new coffee shop downtown? I've heard they have great pastries."
I smiled at the suggestion. "That sounds nice."
Sarah grinned. "It's settled then. Let's go."
We stood up and started walking towards the parking lot.
The sun was shining brightly overhead, casting warm rays on our path.
As we reached Devin's car, he opened the door for me with a playful bow.
"Your chariot awaits," he said with a grin.
I laughed and climbed into the passenger seat while Sarah hopped into the back.
The drive to the coffee shop was filled with lighthearted conversation and laughter.
It felt good to be surrounded by friends who genuinely cared about me.
When we arrived at the coffee shop, we found a cozy corner table and ordered our drinks and pastries.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the sweet scent of baked goods.
As we sipped our drinks and chatted about everything from school to weekend plans, I couldn't help but feel grateful for this unexpected friendship.
Despite the rocky start with Mark earlier, this moment felt perfect.
Just as I was about to take another bite of my pastry, my phone buzzed with a text message.
"Meet me outside. Urgent."
I showed the message to Devin and Sarah, my hands trembling.
Devin's expression turned serious.
"Stay here," he instructed Sarah.
"I'll go with Ella."
We stepped outside, scanning the area.
The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the parking lot.
A shadowy figure emerged from behind a tree.
It was Mark.
"What do you want?" Devin demanded, stepping protectively in front of me.
Mark smirked, his eyes cold.
"Just a little chat," he said menacingly.
My pulse quickened as I clung to Devin's arm, feeling the tension rise between them.
Devin squared his shoulders, his jaw clenched.
"We have nothing to talk about," he said firmly.
Mark took a step closer, his smirk widening.
"Oh, I think we do," he replied, his voice dripping with malice.
I could feel the fear creeping up my spine as I tightened my grip on Devin's arm.
"What do you want from us?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
Mark's eyes flicked to me, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of something dark and unsettling in them.
"It's simple," he said slowly. "Stay out of my way."
Devin took a step forward, putting himself between me and Mark.
"And if we don't?" he challenged.
Mark's smirk faded, replaced by a look of pure menace.
"Then you'll regret it," he hissed.
The air around us seemed to grow colder as the threat hung in the air.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears.
Devin didn't back down.
"We're not afraid of you," he said defiantly.
Mark's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, I thought he might lash out.
But then he took a step back, his expression unreadable.
"Remember what I said," he warned before turning and disappearing into the shadows.
As soon as he was gone, I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.
Devin turned to me, his face softening with concern.
"Are you okay?" he asked gently.
I nodded shakily. "Yeah... just shaken up."
He pulled me into a comforting hug, and for a moment, I felt safe again.
Sarah came rushing out of the coffee shop, her face filled with worry.
"What happened?" she asked breathlessly.
Devin explained the encounter with Mark while I tried to steady my breathing.
Sarah's expression turned grim as she listened.
"We need to be careful," she said finally. "Mark's not someone to take lightly."
Devin nodded in agreement. "We'll stick together from now on."
I looked at both of them, feeling a surge of gratitude for their support.
"Thank you," I said quietly.
Devin gave me a reassuring smile. "We're in this together."
Sarah nodded firmly. "Absolutely."
We stood there for a moment longer, letting the reality of the situation sink in. The sun had almost completely set now, casting an eerie glow over the parking lot.
"Let's get out of here," Devin suggested finally.
We walked back to Devin's car in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. As we drove away from the coffee shop, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something much bigger.
But whatever it was, I knew one thing for sure: I wasn't facing it alone.
Suddenly, headlights appeared behind us, speeding up rapidly.
"Devin!" I shouted.
He glanced in the rearview mirror just as the car behind us rammed into our bumper with a loud crash.
The impact sent us swerving off the road and into a ditch.
The world around me was a blur of twisted metal and shattered glass.
Devin was slumped over the steering wheel, blood trickling from a cut on his forehead.
Panic surged through me as I reached out to shake him gently.
"Devin, wake up!" I cried, my voice trembling.
He groaned, his eyelids fluttering open slowly.
"Ella?" he mumbled, disoriented.
"Yes, it's me," I said, relief washing over me. "Are you okay?"
He winced as he touched the cut on his forehead. "I think so. What happened?"
Before I could answer, a moan of pain came from the backseat.
I turned to see Sarah clutching her arm, her face contorted in agony.
"Sarah!" I exclaimed. "Are you hurt?"
"My arm," she gasped. "It hurts so much."
My fear quickly turned to anger as I realized who must have been behind the crash.
Mark.
That bastard had gone too far this time.
"We need to call for help," I said, fumbling for my phone with shaking hands.
Devin, now more alert, turned to check on Sarah. "Hang in there, Sarah. Help is on the way."
I dialed 911 and explained our situation as best as I could, my voice wavering with urgency.
The operator assured me that an ambulance was on its way.
Sirens wailed in the distance, bringing a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.
I glanced around at our surroundings.
We were in a ditch off a deserted road, the trees casting long shadows in the fading light of dusk.
Devin reached out and squeezed my hand. "Ella, we're going to be okay."
I nodded, trying to keep my composure. "I know. We just have to hold on a little longer."
The sound of approaching sirens grew louder, and soon enough, flashing red and blue lights illuminated the scene.
Paramedics rushed towards us, their faces focused and determined.
"Over here!" I called out, waving them down.
They quickly assessed our injuries and began working to get us out of the wreckage.
One of the paramedics gently helped Devin out of the car while another attended to Sarah's injured arm.
"We're going to take you all to the hospital," one of them said reassuringly. "You're safe now."
As they loaded us into the ambulance, I couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and anger.
Relief that we were getting help, but anger at Mark for causing this nightmare.
Devin sat next to me on the stretcher, his hand still holding mine tightly.
"We'll get through this," he whispered.
I nodded, determined not to let fear consume me.
"We will," I agreed.
The ambulance doors closed with a loud thud, and we sped off towards the hospital.
The rhythmic beeping of medical equipment filled the air as paramedics worked around us.
Sarah lay on a stretcher across from us, her eyes closed but breathing steadily.
I hoped she wasn't in too much pain.
Devin leaned closer to me. "Ella... do you think Mark did this?"
I met his gaze, my anger flaring again. "I'm sure of it. He threatened us earlier."
Devin's jaw tightened. "We'll make sure he pays for this."
The ambulance came to a stop outside the hospital emergency entrance.
Doctors and nurses rushed out to meet us, their faces masks of professionalism and concern.
As they wheeled us inside, I clung to Devin's hand like a lifeline.
No matter what happened next, we would face it together.
A nurse guided us into separate examination rooms while another doctor attended to Sarah.
The bright lights and sterile smell of the hospital were overwhelming after the chaos outside.
"Stay strong," Devin said as they wheeled him away from me.
"You too," I replied before disappearing into my own room.
The last thing I saw before they closed the curtains around me was Devin's determined face.
