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MidReal Story
Loner's Fake Love
Scenario:A fake dating slow burn story about a loner girl and the popular boy in school from the girls perspective
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Sarah Jennings
Emily's best friend and confidante, short with blonde hair and glasses, witty and supportive.
Jason Reed
popular boy in school, fake boyfriend to Emily, tall with chiseled features and blue eyes, charismatic and confident.
Emily Carter
loner girl, no significant relationships, average height with curly brown hair, introverted and observant.
I was an enigma at my high school.
Not in the sense that I was mysterious or intriguing, but because I was invisible.
No one knew much about me and no one cared to find out.
I didn't have any friends, I didn't go to parties and I didn't join any clubs.
I went to school, did my homework and went home.
That was my life.
It wasn't hard being an introvert.
Being lonely was hard.
I wanted to have friends.
I wanted to be at the parties that everyone was talking about on Monday mornings.
I wanted someone to sit with at lunch.
But I also wanted to keep my head down and not draw any attention to myself.
That was a hard balance to strike.
I sat in class and stared at my paper as the teacher talked.
I sat in the library, surrounded by dusty tomes and the soft hum of fluorescent lights, flipping through pages of my psychology textbook.
The words blurred together as my mind wandered, replaying the conversation I had with Jason Reed earlier that day.
His sudden presence beside me made me jump, my heart skipping a beat as I met his piercing blue eyes.
He flashed a charming smile, his confident stride causing heads to turn as he approached my table.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, already pulling out a chair.
I shook my head, trying to play it cool, but my cheeks betrayed me with a warm flush.
"We need to start on our project," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.
I nodded, trying to ignore the curious glances from nearby students who couldn't help but stare at the popular boy sitting across from me.
As we discussed ideas for our project, Jason's charisma was undeniable – he had a way of making everyone feel seen and heard.
Yet, as we delved deeper into the topic, I noticed something peculiar – he seemed genuinely interested in my thoughts.
His questions were thoughtful, his responses considerate, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like someone was truly listening to me.
Our conversation flowed easily, like we'd known each other for years, not just minutes.
I found myself laughing, really laughing, without feeling like an outsider looking in.
For a moment, I forgot about the whispers and stares, forgot about being invisible.
As we pored over our notes, Jason's hand brushed against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.
I jerked my hand back, my heart racing as our eyes met again.
This time, there was something different in his gaze – a spark of attraction that left me breathless.
Suddenly, the library seemed too small, too quiet, as if the entire world had narrowed down to just us two.
"Did you feel that too?" Jason asked, his voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with an intensity that made my heart pound even harder.
I hesitated, the words stuck in my throat, before finally nodding, "Yeah, I did."
He leaned in slightly, his eyes searching mine, "Maybe there's more to this project than just grades."
