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MidReal Story
My Crush Is My New Bf
Scenario:make a story about,a kit x ivy(ivy has blonde hair and green eyes,a fit body,wears hoodies tight crop tops, shorts, ripped jeans,over sized tees,nike,air Jordans,converse,she wears clean girl make u)(she uses the slang words like big back,bop,cap,)she Ike's kit,she has every class with him,one day she was taking to her friends violet,and daisy, they were talking about boys in their school,cute boys,ugly boys,daisy talking about her gf.kit walked by and ivy blushed "ohhhhh" violet said looking at kit and ivy,daisy gently pushed ivy into kit,he caught her his hand on her waist,he blushed a pulled his hand away.he was thinking about that moment all day,he asked around and got ivy's number,kit"hey,its kit from math" ivy looked at this text and saved his number,"bro this is cap,how did you get my number???" ivy texted back,they spend the night texting until he asked to FaceTime and ivy almost threw her phone when she saw kits face,he was cute he was smiling,when he was ivy,weeks later homecoming came up and ivy watch daisy's gf ellie,and violets bf adrian gave them mums to ask them to homecoming she texted kit as it happened asking if he had a date to homecoming
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Ivy
She is a high school student in her senior year. She is shy,curious,and dreamy. Ivy has a crush on a classmate named Kit after a chance encounter with him. She is embarrassed by her appearance but enjoys the attention Kit gives her. Ivy struggles with her selfesteem and social interactions,especially when it comes to boys. Despite her initial nervousness,she warms up to Kit through text messages and eventually agrees to attend homecoming with him.
Daisy
She is another close friend of Ivy's in high school. She is confident,playful,and loyal. Daisy enjoys bantering with ivy over fashion and boy matters. She has a steady girlfriend named Ellie but enjoys the company of both ivy and violet. Daisy helps create scenarios that might bring ivy closer to Kit,like inviting her to social events. Her presence in ivy's life provides comic relief and support,helping ivy navigate high school dynamics.
Ellie
She is Daisy's girlfriend and a friend of the group. She is friendly,welcoming,and confident. Ellie participates in social activities with ivy and violet and supports their friendship dynamics. Her relationship with daisy provides stability in their group dynamic,offering an example of an healthy partnership amidst the high school chaos. Despite not being directly involved with ivy's pursuit of Kit,Ellie's presence adds warmth and depth to the friendship circle.
I was sitting with my friends, violet, and daisy during lunch.
"Ugh, I hate him," I said, sighing.
"Who?"
Violet asked.
"Kit."
"Kit? What did he do?"
Daisy asked.
"Nothing, yet."
I said.
"He just looks so smug and popular and ughhhhh."
I sighed again.
"He's hot though," violet said.
"Yeah, he's bop," daisy said.
"What's bop?"
I asked.
"Bop means he's a big back and a pretty face," daisy explained.
"Ohhhhh"
I said, understanding.
"Yeah, he has every class with me," I said, blushing.
"Maybe you'll sit next to him and he’ll Ike you," violet said.
"Ike?"
I asked.
"Yes, Ike means to kiss someone," violet explained.
"Ohhhhh"
I said again, understanding.
"Yeah, that would be nice," I said dreamily.
Just then, kit walked by us and I blushed immediately.
"Ohhhhh"
Violet said again, looking at kit and me.
"Daisy, what are you doing?"
A voice asked behind us.
I looked up and saw daisy's girlfriend, Ellie, with her friend adrian who was also violet's boyfriend.
"Hey, babe," daisy said, smiling at ellie.
"What’s up?"
Ellie asked.
"I was talking about boys with my friends," I said.
"Ohhhhh which boys?"
I gripped my lunch tray tighter, watching Kit at the vending machine.
My heart was pounding in my chest, and Violet kept nudging me forward.
I took small steps toward him, rehearsing what I was going to say.
The noise of the cafeteria faded into the background as I got closer.
Kit was inserting coins into the vending machine, completely unaware of my presence.
I was three steps away when he suddenly turned around, nearly bumping into me.
"Oh hey," he said, his brown eyes widening in recognition.
My mouth went dry, and all I could manage was a weak "Hi" as I fidgeted with my hoodie sleeve.
He glanced at the vending machine and then back at me.
"Want anything? I've got extra change."
I fumbled with my words, trying to come up with a response.
Kit held out a Sprite, his eyes lingering on my oversized Nike hoodie.
My fingers brushed against his as I took the can, sending tingles up my arm.
Behind me, I heard Violet's poorly concealed giggle from our lunch table.
Kit leaned against the vending machine, his shoulder barely touching mine.
"I like your hoodie," he said, his voice low and smooth.
"It brings out your eyes."
I cracked open the Sprite, trying to hide my trembling hands.
"Thanks," I managed to say, desperately searching for something cool to say.
Instead, I ended up spilling some soda on my sleeve.
I stared at the napkin in Kit's outstretched hand, my wet sleeve forgotten.
He gestured toward an empty table near the window.
"Want to sit?"
My legs felt wobbly as I followed him, clutching my Sprite can like a lifeline.
Behind us, I heard Violet's excited whisper to Daisy.
Kit pulled out a chair for me, his shoulder brushing mine as he settled into the seat next to me.
The cafeteria buzzed around us, but all I could focus on was how his knee occasionally touched mine under the table.
I stared at my half-empty Sprite can, gathering the courage to speak.
Kit shifted in his seat, his breathing steady.
The cafeteria noise faded into the background as I focused on the sound of his breathing.
His cologne - something woodsy and warm - filled my senses when he leaned in to hear me better.
My hands trembled as I set down the can, accidentally brushing his arm.
He didn't pull away.
Instead, he turned toward me, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity that made my stomach flip.
The corner of his mouth quirked up in a half-smile that was both confident and gentle.
"So, there's something I've been meaning to tell you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
My heart skipped a beat, and I nodded, urging him to continue.
"I've kind of had a crush on you since last semester," he admitted, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink.
I force myself to break eye contact, looking down at the Sprite can in my trembling hands.
The fluorescent lights above suddenly seem too bright, too exposing.
The cafeteria's noise feels muffled, as if everything has slowed down except for the erratic beating of my heart.
My throat tightens as I remember the sight of Kit and Jentry holding hands in the hallway last week.
The question tumbles out of my lips before I can stop it, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Aren't you dating Jentry?"
Kit's body tenses beside me, his shoulder pulling away from mine.
The half-smile drops from his face, and he stares down at the table, his fingers drumming an uneven rhythm against its surface.
He lets out a slow breath, his eyes flicking back up to meet mine.
"We broke up last week," he says quietly, his voice laced with a hint of regret.
"I wanted to tell you sooner, but I didn't know how."
I fidget with the empty Sprite can, watching Kit process the awkward moment.
The cafeteria suddenly feels too crowded, too public for this conversation.
Through the window, I glimpse the secluded walking path that winds behind the school building.
My heart races as I gather my courage and lean closer to Kit, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Want to get out of here?"
I ask, nodding toward the back exit.
"We could walk those trails instead of going to Biology."
Kit's eyes widen slightly at my suggestion, his fingers stopping their rhythmic motion on the table.
He glances at the clock mounted above the cafeteria door, then back at me.
A slow smile spreads across his face, his cheeks flushing a light shade of pink.
I slide my hand across the cafeteria table, inching closer to Kit's restless fingers.
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, and the sound of students shuffling past fills the air, but I focus only on closing the small gap between us.
My fingertips brush against his knuckles, soft and tentative.
Kit's finger-tapping stops instantly.
He draws in a sharp breath, and I feel his hand twitch beneath mine.
Time seems to freeze as he slowly turns his palm upward.
When our eyes meet, his pupils are wide, and a slight tremor runs through his hand.
I follow Kit down the empty hallways, my palm still tingling from where our hands touched.
The fluorescent lights flicker above us, casting an eerie glow over the deserted corridors.
Our footsteps echo against the walls as we slip past the gym doors and make our way toward the back of the school.
My sneakers squeak against the linoleum floor while Kit leads me around a corner, away from any windows that might reveal our escape route.
He stops abruptly by the equipment room, turning to face me.
His back presses against the wall as he gently pulls me closer by my hoodie sleeve.
I step forward, my heart hammering so loud I'm sure he can hear it.
I lean against the wall beside him, my back pressing into the cold cinderblock.
The musty smell of the equipment room wafts out from beneath the door, filling my nose.
Kit shifts closer, his breath warm against my cheek.
His hand slides from my hoodie sleeve down to my waist, pulling me toward him.
When his lips touch mine, they're soft and hesitant.
I grip the front of his shirt, drawing him closer as our kiss deepens.
Through half-closed eyes, I catch a glimpse of Jentry passing by with her friends at the end of the hall.
Their whispers echo in the empty hallway, but I'm too caught up in Kit's kiss to care what they're saying.
I walk into the girls' bathroom between classes, stopping short when I hear Jentry's voice coming from around the corner.
She's talking to her friends about yesterday, and I freeze, my hand halfway to my mouth with my lip gloss tube.
"...that weird blonde girl," she says.
"I don't know what she was thinking."
I glance at myself in the mirror, wondering if I really look that weird.
I'm wearing a pair of dark jeans and an oversized hoodie that I found in the back of my closet.
My long blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and I've got on a light layer of makeup.
Jentry's voice carries around the corner, and I can tell by the way she's speaking that she's putting on a show for her friends.
"Kit was trying to help her with her homework, and she just threw herself at him."
I frown at my reflection, remembering how Kit had kissed me first.
Jentry's voice grows louder, and I realize she's demonstrating how I supposedly threw myself at Kit.
Her friends giggle as she makes exaggerated kissing noises. "And her clothes," Jentry continues.
"That hoodie is so trashy. And her makeup looks like she tried too hard."
I glance down at my hoodie, wondering if it really looks that bad.
It's soft and comfortable, but maybe it doesn't look as good as I thought it did.
I hear Jentry's friends agreeing with her, and I feel my cheeks growing warm with embarrassment.
"Kit's probably just using her for homework help," Jentry says.
"He could do so much better than that weird girl."
My hand tightens around the lip gloss tube, and I accidentally drop it onto the floor with a loud clatter.
I grip the straps of my backpack tightly, staring at my reflection in the mirror.
Jentry's words echo in my mind as I bend down to pick up the lip gloss tube and wipe away a smudged mascara streak from beneath my eye.
Through the bathroom window, I see Kit leaning against the brick wall outside, his phone in his hand.
My stomach twists as I remember his kiss, and I wonder if it meant anything to him.
I push open the heavy bathroom door and step out into the hallway.
Instead of turning right toward the exit where Kit is waiting, I duck left down an empty hallway.
I hurry through the empty hallway, my footsteps echoing off the lockers.
I pull out my phone, scrolling through Kit's recent texts.
I analyze each word, looking for any sign that he was insincere.
My thumb hovers over the selfie we took at lunch today.
Kit's smile is genuine, and I can see how he leaned into me when he put his arm around my shoulders.
Three dots appear on my screen as Kit types a new message, and my stomach flips.
I duck into the art room, pressing myself against the paint-splattered counter as I hear voices coming down the hall.
Through the window in the door, I watch Jentry walk by with her friends, their laughter cutting through the silence.
I step out of the art room, looking up and down the hallway for Kit.
He's still standing at his locker, his phone in his hand.
My hands shake as I walk toward him, dodging between clusters of students.
When he sees me, his face lights up with a smile.
But as I get closer, I see the faint lines of worry around his eyes.
I stop a few feet away from him, gripping my backpack straps tightly.
"We need to talk about that kiss," I say, my voice cracking.
Kit's smile fades as he glances around the crowded hallway.
He grabs his jacket off the hook inside his locker and nods toward the empty courtyard doors.
"Let's go somewhere quieter," he suggests, leading the way.
Once outside, I take a deep breath and ask, "Did it mean anything to you, or was Jentry right?"
Kit hesitates, running a hand through his hair before replying, "It meant everything to me, but I didn't know how to tell you with everyone watching."
I lean against the courtyard bench next to him, still trying to process his words.
My eyes catch a glimpse of something white sticking out of his jacket pocket.
It's crumpled and folded multiple times, but I can see the corner where it says "Ivy" in messy handwriting.
I point to it and ask, "What's that?"
Kit's face turns red as he shoves his hand into his pocket, crushing the paper even further.
"It's nothing," he mumbles, but I notice his fingers playing with the edges of the note through the fabric of his jacket.
"Is it from Jentry?" I press, feeling a mix of curiosity and dread.
Kit sighs, pulling the note out reluctantly. "It's... it's a letter she wrote, but I swear I haven't read it."
I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms. "Then why keep it?"
He stares at the crumpled paper in his hand, then looks up at me with pleading eyes.
"It's just... she wrote it for me, and I didn't know what else to do."
I feel my stomach twisting into knots as he holds the letter out to me.
The courtyard suddenly seems too quiet, exposed, with students passing by on the other side of the wall and glancing in our direction.
Kit shifts closer on the bench until his knee touches mine, sending a jolt through my body.
When I don't take the letter from his outstretched hand, he unfolds it himself, smoothing out the wrinkles with shaking fingers.
The sound of the paper crinkling seems too loud in the silence between us.
He leans into me until his shoulder presses against mine, holding the letter where we both can see it.