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MidReal Story
New Boy
Scenario:Ryder was the new kid at school and on the football team and gia was the all popular head cheerleader he was walking to his homeroom when gia caught his eye so he asked her out and she said yes after about a week her ex boyfriend comes back to school and hits her so ryder loose it and starts to pound her ex boyfriend head into the pavement
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Ryder
He is the new kid at school,a football player,and a bit of a rebel. He is confident,impulsive,and protective. When he meets Gia,he becomes infatuated with her and asks her out. After Gia's exboyfriend returns to school and causes trouble,Ryder loses control and intervenes,ultimately getting expelled for hitting the exboyfriend's head with a shoe. Despite this,he is determined to win Gia's heart.
ExBoyfriend
He is Gia's exboyfriend who returns to school after being away for a year. He is arrogant,aggressive,and possessive. His sudden reappearance causes tension between him and Gia,especially when he tries to intimidate her in front of Ryder. He ultimately gets his comeuppance when Ryder loses control and hits him with a shoe,leading to his expulsion from school.
Gia
She is the popular cheerleader at school and recently dated Ryder's best friend,Nate. She is beautiful,kind,and resilient. When Ryder asks her out,she says yes despite her exboyfriend's return to school causing tension. She stands up to her exboyfriend when he tries to intimidate her but ultimately needs Ryder's protection. Her relationship with Ryder deepens as they navigate challenges together.
I was walking to my homeroom when I saw her.
She was the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on.
She had long blonde hair, a tight little body, and a set of brown eyes that seemed to see right through you.
I stopped dead in my tracks to watch her.
She was talking to a couple of friends and laughing.
I didn’t know who she was, but I knew I wanted her.
"Hey, man, what’s up?"
My best friend, Nate, came up beside me and followed my gaze.
"That’s Gia, the head cheerleader. She’s beautiful, huh?"
I nodded, still watching her.
"You know her?"
I asked Nate.
He nodded.
"Yeah, I dated her last year. We broke up when I realized I was in love with someone else."
"Who?"
I asked.
"Lexi," he said.
"Damn, man. You’re new here. You don’t know anyone."
I shook my head.
"I’m gonna ask Gia out," I said.
Nate raised an eyebrow at me.
"You think you can get her? She’s got a ton of guys after her."
"I can get her," I said.
I pushed my way through the crowded hallway and headed toward Gia.
My heart was pounding against my ribs, but I tried to keep my cool.
There were students milling around their lockers, but I kept my eyes on Gia.
She was still talking with her friends, gesturing animatedly about something.
I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and straightened my letterman jacket.
Twenty feet.
Fifteen.
Ten.
Her friends noticed me approaching and their voices dropped to whispers.
Five feet.
Gia turned around, those brown eyes landing on me.
The hallway seemed to narrow, everything else fading away except for the two of us.
I cleared my throat, planted my feet firmly, and extended a hand toward her.
"Hey, I'm Ryder," I said with a confident grin, hoping my voice didn't betray the nervous flutter in my chest.
I stand there awkwardly, shifting my weight from one foot to the other as she looks me up and down.
Her friends hover nearby, watching our interaction with obvious interest.
The hallway bustles around us, but I focus only on her face, noticing how her cheeks turn a light shade of pink when our eyes meet.
"I'm Ryder," I manage to say, my voice steadier than I feel.
"I know who you are," she replies with a small smile.
"You're the new guy on the football team."
Her fingers play with the strap of her backpack as she waits for me to continue.
"Yeah, that's me," I reply, feeling a bit more at ease.
"So, what brings you over here, Ryder?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.
"I was hoping you'd let me take you out sometime," I say, my heart racing as I await her response.
Relief floods through me when she nods, her smile widening.
"Sure," she says, and we exchange phone numbers.
Her friends huddle around us, whispering and giggling as they steal glances at us.
"Maybe I can pick you up at seven tomorrow?" I suggest.
"We could grab dinner and see a movie."
"That sounds like fun," she agrees just as the warning bell rings, signaling the start of class.
Before heading off to homeroom, she adjusts her cheerleading uniform and gives me a shy smile.
"Text me later?" she asks.
I nod, watching as she walks away with her friends, who immediately surround her with excited chatter.
Walking to my next class, I can't stop grinning.
I pull out my phone, my hands still shaking slightly from our hallway encounter.
I manage to type out a message about Mario's, the retro diner on Oak Street that Nate told me was a popular spot with booths tucked away in corners and the best milkshakes in town.
I hit send, then obsessively check my phone every few steps.
Students bump into me as I slow down near my locker, distracted by waiting for those three dots to appear.
I lean against my locker, staring at the screen as the three dots appear and disappear.
My stomach tightens with each passing second.
Finally, her message pops up - a simple thumbs-up emoji.
Relief washes over me as I screenshot the confirmation and send it to Nate.
Students rush past me to their next classes while I stand there grinning at my phone like an idiot.
The late bell rings, snapping me back to reality.
I slip my phone into my pocket and head to class, feeling like I've just scored the winning touchdown.
I pace in front of my mirror, checking my outfit for the hundredth time.
Dark jeans and a navy button-down that Mom insisted brings out my eyes.
I run a hand through my hair one last time, making sure it's not sticking up in every direction.
Finally satisfied, I grab my wallet and car keys from the nightstand.
My hands are shaking slightly as I head downstairs.
The drive to Gia's house feels like an eternity.
I drum my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music playing on the radio.
When I finally pull into her driveway, my headlights illuminate her sitting on the porch steps.
She stands up, smoothing down her skirt, and walks to my car.
Her perfume fills the space as she slides into the passenger seat.
I take a deep breath, knowing this is the beginning of something real.
I walk into school early Monday morning, still riding high from the best date of my life.
The hallways are mostly empty as I make my way to my locker, reliving the goodnight kiss that left me breathless.
I round the corner and spot Gia down the hall at her locker.
She's wearing her cheerleading uniform and hasn't noticed me yet.
I'm about to call out her name when I see a tall guy in a letterman jacket heading her way.
He's talking to someone, but all I can see is his back.
Gia notices him and backs away from her locker, looking scared.
The guy stops in front of her and grabs her arm roughly, causing her to stumble backward.
My feet pound against the linoleum floor as I sprint down the hallway, blood rushing in my ears.
The guy's grip tightens on Gia's arm, making her wince in pain.
She tries to pull away, but he yanks her closer, his knuckles white against her skin.
Other students stop to stare, forming a loose circle around them.
I'm only fifteen feet away now.
Ten feet.
Five. The guy turns his head toward me, his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed.
He shoves Gia aside, and she stumbles into the lockers with a metallic clang.
I charge at the guy, fury driving my every step.
He tries to stand up straight, but I tackle him hard, sending us both crashing to the floor.
Students gasp and shout around us, but my focus narrows to the rage pulsing through me.
I pin him down, my fists p###g his head into the cold floor.
Gia's cries pierce the chaos, urging me to stop, but I can't hear her over the p###g in my ears.
The guy struggles beneath me, his face bloodied and twisted in pain.
"Stop, please!" Gia's voice breaks through, desperate and trembling.
I freeze, my fists hovering mid-air, as her words finally reach me.
"He's my brother," she whispers, tears streaming down her face.
I release the guy, my hands shaking as I help Gia to her feet.
She wipes tears from her cheeks, her voice trembling.
"He's not my ex. He's my brother."
The students around us murmur and disperse slowly, casting glances at the scene unfolding before them.
I stand there, guilt washing over me as I look down at the blood on my knuckles and the guy's bruised face.
He groans, struggling to sit up.
I offer him a hand, but he recoils, glaring at me with a mix of anger and pain in his eyes.
Gia steps between us, her expression a mix of fear and relief.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
Gia looks down, her eyes filled with regret.
"I was going to, but things got complicated," she says, glancing at her brother.
I take a deep breath and approach the guy again, my hands still shaking from the fight.
He sits on the ground, wiping blood from his face with the back of his hand, his eyes fixed on me with a mixture of anger and confusion.
I crouch down beside him, my voice trembling as I speak.
"I'm sorry," I say, meeting his gaze.
"I thought you were Gia's ex. I saw how you were holding her arm and I just... I reacted."
He doesn't say anything, but he keeps staring at me, his expression unreadable.
I continue talking, hoping he'll understand.
"I was trying to protect her. I didn't know you were her brother."
He still doesn't respond, but I can see the tension in his body easing slightly.
Gia stands beside me, her hand on my arm.
"Keep going," she whispers.
I take another deep breath and look back at the guy.
"I'm really sorry for what happened. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, please let me know," I say, my voice sincere.
The guy looks at me for a moment longer before nodding slowly.
"Okay," he says finally, his voice rough from the fight.
"Just be more careful next time."
"I will," I promise, relief washing over me.
Gia's brother glances at her, then back at me.
"And maybe start by buying me a coffee," he adds with a faint smile, breaking the tension.
I nod and extend my hand to help him up from the ground.
He looks at me for a moment before accepting my help.
We stand there, exchanging a tense but understanding look.
Gia stands beside us, her eyes still red from crying.
"We should get out of here," I say, glancing around the hallway.
"People might report this to the police."
Gia's brother nods in agreement.
"Let's go," he says, brushing off his clothes.
We start walking towards the exit, Gia in the middle, trying to ease the tension between us.
As we reach the door, I glance back at the curious onlookers still watching us from a distance.
Gia's brother sighs and rubs his jaw.
"I could really use a coffee right now," he mutters, breaking the silence.
We step outside, the cool air washing over us, and I realize this is just the beginning.
I lead Gia and her brother to a nearby café, the tension between us still palpable.
We walk in silence, the only sound being our footsteps on the pavement.
At the café, I order coffee for all of us, hoping it will help ease the awkwardness.
We sit at a corner table, and I start by apologizing again to her brother.
"I'm really sorry for what happened," I say, looking at him with genuine regret.
"I made a mistake, and I shouldn't have reacted that way."
He nods, taking a sip of his coffee.
"It's okay," he says, his voice still rough from the fight.
"Just be more careful next time."
I nod in agreement, feeling a mix of relief and guilt.
Gia sits beside me, her eyes fixed on her brother with a mix of concern and curiosity.
"So, how do you two know each other?" she asks finally, breaking the silence.
Her brother looks at me, then back at her.
"We met in class," he says, his voice casual.
"We've been talking for a while now."
Gia looks surprised but tries to hide it.
"Oh, that's nice," she says, forcing a smile.
I glance at her brother, trying to read his expression.
He seems calm and collected now, but I can still sense the underlying tension between them. "So, are you two close?" she asks again, her voice filled with curiosity.
Her brother takes another sip of his coffee before responding.
"We're working on it," he says finally, glancing at Gia with a mix of affection and distance.
Gia nods slowly, her eyes still fixed on him with a mix of longing and uncertainty.
I can sense the complicated history between them, but I don't want to pry further.
Instead, I take another sip of my coffee and try to change the subject.
"So, what do you study?" I ask him, trying to break the tension.
He looks at me with a hint of surprise before responding.
"I'm studying business," he says finally, his voice filled with pride.
"I want to start my own company one day."
Gia looks at him with admiration in her eyes.
"That's great," she says sincerely.
"You've always been good at business."
He smiles slightly at her compliment before turning back to me.
"And what about you?" he asks curiously.
"What do you study?"
I take another sip of my coffee before responding.
"I'm studying psychology," I say finally, my voice filled with passion.
He nods thoughtfully, taking another sip of his coffee.
"That's interesting," he says finally, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.
"I've always been fascinated by human behavior."
Gia glances at me with a hint of surprise before smiling.
"I can see why you two get along," she says, her voice filled with amusement.
I smile back at her, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude that the tension between us is finally easing.
We continue talking for a while, discussing everything from our studies to our interests and hobbies.
As we finish our coffee, Gia's brother looks at me with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
"So, there's this party tonight," he says finally, his voice filled with excitement.
"YNW Melly's having it at his house. It's going to be epic."
Gia looks at him with surprise before turning to me with a questioning gaze.
"What do you think?" she asks curiously.
I glance back at her brother, then at Gia, trying to read their expressions.
I can sense that this party might be more than just a casual gathering, but I also don't want to ruin the moment by asking too many questions. "Sure, why not?" I say finally, my voice filled with caution.
Gia smiles slightly at my response before nodding in agreement.
"Okay, let's do it," she says finally, her voice filled with determination.
Her brother grins mischievously at us both before pulling out his phone to text someone.
"It's settled then," he says finally, his voice filled with excitement.
"We'll meet up at your place first, Gia. Then we'll head to the party together."
Gia nods in agreement before standing up from her seat.
"Sounds good," she says finally, her voice filled with anticipation.
We all stand up from our seats and start walking towards the exit of the café.
As we step outside, Gia's brother turns to me with a serious expression.
"Just so you know," he says quietly, "YNW Melly's parties can get a bit wild."
Gia glances at him, then at me, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and concern.
I nod slowly, trying to gauge his expression.
"Okay, thanks for the heads up," I say finally, my voice filled with caution.
Gia's brother nods in response before turning to walk away.
We watch him go, then turn to each other with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.
"Well, I guess we're going to a party," Gia says finally, her voice filled with excitement.
I nod in agreement, trying to hide my own doubts.
We start walking towards Gia's house, the tension between us still palpable.
As we approach her front door, she turns to me with a nervous smile.
"Hey, just so you know," she says quietly, "my brother can be a bit protective sometimes."
I nod slowly, trying to understand her meaning.
"Okay, I'll keep that in mind," I say finally, my voice filled with reassurance.
She smiles slightly at my response before opening the door to her house.
We step inside, and she leads me to her living room where her brother is already waiting for us.
He looks up at us with a serious expression before speaking.
"Listen, I just want to make sure you guys are safe tonight," he says finally, his voice filled with concern.
Gia glances at him, then at me, her eyes filled with a mix of understanding and appreciation. "Don't worry," I say finally, my voice filled with confidence.
"We'll be fine."
He nods slowly in response before standing up from his seat.
"Okay, let's get going then," he says finally, his voice filled with determination.
We all stand up from our seats and start walking towards the front door of Gia's house.
As we step outside, Gia's brother turns to me with a serious expression.
"Just so you know," he says quietly, "YNW Melly's parties can get a bit wild."
Gia glances at him nervously before turning to me with a questioning gaze.
I nod slowly in response before lifting up my shirt slightly to reveal the gun tucked into my waistband.
Gia's eyes widen in surprise as she takes in the sight of the weapon. "It's okay," I say finally, my voice filled with reassurance.
"I've got this."
Her brother nods grimly in understanding before turning to walk away.
We follow behind him as he leads us towards his car parked on the street.
Gia's eyes widen, and she grabs my arm.
"Are you sure that's necessary?" she whispers, her voice tinged with worry.
Her brother glances back at us, his expression unreadable.
I lean against Gia's kitchen counter while her brother rummages through his backpack.
The tension from earlier still lingers in the air.
He pulls out three laminated cards attached to black lanyards, holding them up with a serious expression.
"These are VIP passes," he explains, passing them over.
"They'll get us into the restricted area upstairs with private security."
I examine the card closely, running my thumb over the holographic logo embossed on its surface.
Gia peers at hers nervously, her brow furrowed in concern.
Her brother explains that these passes are rare, and he managed to secure them through his business connections.
I examine my pass one last time before looping the lanyard over my head.
The holographic logo catches the kitchen light, shimmering slightly.
Gia hesitates with hers, her fingers tracing the edges of the card before finally putting it on.
Her brother checks his phone for the time before grabbing his car keys from the counter.
We follow him through the dim hallway toward the garage, our passes swaying with each step.
The garage door groans open, revealing his black Charger.
Gia's brother turns to us, his voice low and serious.
"Remember, once we're inside, stick together," he says, glancing between us.
Gia nods, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.