MidReal Story

My Bestie and My Girlfriend

Isaiah Aquino

Scenario:Today, I’d finished my chores and decided to drop by my best friend Jake’s barbershop to do a little haircut. But when I walked in, I froze. Jake greeted me with a grin. “Hey, Honey, check this out,” he said, revealing Belle—my girlfriend—sitting in a chair. She looked flustered and weirdly tired. She was panting and sweating heavily, and her hair was disheveled, as if she'd just been through a vigorous workout. “This is your girlfriend, isn’t she?” Jake smirked, lifting her chin. "Honey... I'm sorry..." Belle apologizes hastily, though her voice sounds somewhat strained.

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Today, I’d finished my chores and decided to drop by my best friend Jake’s barbershop to do a little haircut. But when I walked in, I froze. Jake greeted me with a grin. “Hey, Honey, check this out,” he said, revealing Belle—my girlfriend—sitting in a chair. She looked flustered and weirdly tired. She was panting and sweating heavily, and her hair was disheveled, as if she'd just been through a vigorous workout. “This is your girlfriend, isn’t she?” Jake smirked, lifting her chin. "Honey... I'm sorry..." Belle apologizes hastily, though her voice sounds somewhat strained.

Ethan Carter

betrayed boyfriend,friends with Jake and dating Belle,short brown hair,green eyes,protective and suspicious

Belle Simmons

central figure in the situation,dating Ethan and friends with Jake,long blonde hair,blue eyes,secretive and apologetic

Jake Thompson

barber and friend to both Ethan and Belle,short black hair,hazel eyes,charismatic and mischievous

"Hey, what’s up?"

I pushed open the door to my best friend Jake’s barbershop and greeted him with a grin.

"Nothing much. Just doing some haircuts. You know how it is."

He was sweeping the floor with a broom.

The shop was empty save for one person in the last chair.

My eyes narrowed as I took another step inside, and then I froze.

Because that someone was Belle Simmons—my girlfriend of two years—and she looked absolutely fucked.

Her long blonde hair wasn’t curled and sprayed like she usually had it; now it hung around her shoulders haphazardly, half tied back at her neck.

And where were her usual khakis or jeans?

Now she wore only ripped black shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks—a wardrobe choice so unlike her, I couldn’t believe my eyes were actually seeing this scene unfold before me quite correctly.

But wait…

What really caught my attention—and made green blaze through my vision—was how fucking exhausted she looked: pale skin smudges under the eyes from lack of sleep; dark red lips dry and cracked; deep breaths pulling in through parted lips as if fighting off some invisible exhaustion beast…

I strode across the room, my eyes locked on her.

She was sitting in Jake’s chair, and he was standing over her, his hands on her shoulders.

"Hey, Honey, check this out," Jake said, grinning at me.

I ignored him and knelt beside her.

"Belle, are you okay?"

I asked, my voice tight.

She looked up at me, her blue eyes locking with mine.

For a moment she didn’t answer.

Instead she glanced up at Jake, who was still smirking at me.

Then she blinked back to me and licked her lips.

"I’m sorry," she whispered quickly.

I reached out to touch her shoulder and noticed how much sweat beaded on her forehead.

She flinched slightly when my hand landed on her skin, but then she covered it with hers and squeezed it.

"Ethan… I need to explain."