MidReal Story

Sassy Hearts and Player's Games

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Scenario:Leah Sinclair is a new student at her new school (Riverstone Academy) and in her sophomore year (by the time she moves schools). Leah is Asian-American (born and raised in the US but her parents are both Vietnamese) and she has glossy, black hair (styled in a butterfly cut), dark brown eyes, porcelain skin, faint yet visible eyebags, and stands at 5’7. Leah’s personality can be best described as witty and sassy, to which she takes shit from no one— but she’s a total sweetheart once you get to know her. To her dismay, she catches the eye of one of the popular kids, one with the notorious reputation of being a player— Evan Hughes. Evan has messy, brown hair, brown eyes, bronze skin, dimples, stands at 5’10, and has an exotic Romanian accent. (Can include graphic language)

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Leah Sinclair is a new student at her new school (Riverstone Academy) and in her sophomore year (by the time she moves schools). Leah is Asian-American (born and raised in the US but her parents are both Vietnamese) and she has glossy, black hair (styled in a butterfly cut), dark brown eyes, porcelain skin, faint yet visible eyebags, and stands at 5’7. Leah’s personality can be best described as witty and sassy, to which she takes shit from no one— but she’s a total sweetheart once you get to know her. To her dismay, she catches the eye of one of the popular kids, one with the notorious reputation of being a player— Evan Hughes. Evan has messy, brown hair, brown eyes, bronze skin, dimples, stands at 5’10, and has an exotic Romanian accent. (Can include graphic language)

Emily Chen

Leah's best friend at school, supportive of Leah's feelings for Evan, petite with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

Evan Hughes

popular student with a player reputation, interested in Leah, has messy brown hair and bronze skin with an exotic accent, charismatic but complex.

Leah Sinclair

new student, attracted to Evan, AsianAmerican with glossy black hair and dark brown eyes, witty and sassy yet a sweetheart.

"Hey, Leah, I’m going to the library."

My head snapped up from my phone.

I’d been checking my Instagram for God knows how many times, hoping that he’d post something new.

I’m not proud of it, but I am a little obsessed with Evan Hughes.

Who isn’t?

He’s the hottest guy at Riverstone Academy, and he just happens to be on the soccer team.

I let out a sigh and looked at my best friend, Emily Chen.

She was tiny for her age, with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

She was also the only person I’d met that first day who was talkative and friendly.

Now she was my best friend.

"Sure thing."

I stuffed my phone into my bag.

It was five thirty, and the school was practically deserted.

The only noise came from the soccer team as they practiced on the other side of the field.

We walked off campus and headed down the hill toward Main Street.

Riverstone wasn’t a huge town, but it was bigger than I expected.

It had all of the usual suspects: a few coffee shops, two grocery stores, a movie theater, and lots of restaurants.

As we walked, we chatted about school and what our classes were like.

It wasn’t until we were standing in front of the library that I realized I didn’t have anything to do once I was inside except for browse through books.

"Hey, do you want to grab some coffee instead?"

I nod at Emily's suggestion, and we change course toward the nearest coffee shop on Main Street.

The sun dips lower, casting long shadows as we stroll past familiar storefronts.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee greets us as we enter the cozy café, its warm lighting offering a welcome contrast to the cooling evening air.

We order our drinks—Emily opts for a caramel macchiato while I choose a simple black coffee—and settle into a corner booth.

As we sip our drinks, the door chimes, and Evan Hughes walks in with his friends.

He spots us, flashes a dimpled smile, and approaches our table.

"Hey, Leah," he says, his exotic Romanian accent sending a shiver down my spine.

I try to play it cool, but my heart skips a beat as he slides into the booth beside me.

"What brings you two here?" he asks, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles.

Emily launches into a story about her math homework, and I tune out, focusing instead on the way Evan's messy brown hair curls slightly at the nape of his neck.

His friends hover nearby, chatting loudly and laughing, but Evan's attention remains fixed on us.

As Emily wraps up her tale, Evan turns to me. "So, Leah, what do you think of Riverstone so far?"

I shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. "It's okay, I guess. Still getting used to it."

Evan nods sympathetically. "Yeah, it can take some time. But I'm sure you'll love it here."

Suddenly, one of his friends calls out to him, and Evan stands up. "I'll be right back," he says, winking at me before sauntering off to join his friends.

As I watch him go, Emily nudges me with her elbow. "Looks like someone's got a crush," she teases.

I roll my eyes, but my cheeks flush despite myself.

Just then, Evan returns with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hey, Leah, want to join us for a game of pool?"

I hesitate for a moment, glancing at Emily for her reaction.

She grins and nudges me again. "Go on, it'll be fun. Besides, you might learn something new about Evan."

Evan chuckles softly, leaning in closer. "Yeah, like how terrible I am at pool despite all my confidence."

I nod at Evan's invitation, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension.

The dim lighting in the back room envelops me as I follow Evan, the sounds of the café fading into the background.

The air is thick with the smell of chalk and stale beer, and the clatter of billiard balls echoes through the room as I step inside.

Evan hands me a cue stick, his fingers brushing mine briefly, sending a shiver down my spine.

His friends watch with curious eyes, their chatter pausing as I line up my first shot.

The cue ball strikes, scattering the others across the table with a satisfying crack.

I take a deep breath, trying to focus on the game, but my mind keeps wandering back to Evan's touch.

One of his friends, a tall, lanky guy with a messy blond haircut, steps forward to take his turn.

"Hey, Alex, you're up," Evan says, nodding towards the table.

Alex takes a shot, missing by a hair's breadth, and Evan chuckles good-naturedly.

"Nice try, man," he says, patting Alex on the back.

As we play, the atmosphere in the room becomes more relaxed, and Evan's friends start to open up to me.

They tease each other good-naturedly, and I find myself laughing along with them.

Evan catches my eye, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiles.

For a moment, it feels like we're the only two people in the room.

Suddenly, Alex yells out in triumph as he pockets a difficult shot.

The room erupts in cheers and applause, and I join in, feeling more at ease than I have all evening.

As we high-five and congratulate Alex on his win, Evan leans in close to me.

"You're not bad for a beginner," he whispers, his breath tickling my ear.

I grin, trying to ignore the flutter in my stomach. "Thanks, but I think I got lucky."

Evan laughs softly, his eyes twinkling. "Well, maybe next time you'll be the one showing me how it's done."

I glance at Evan, a playful challenge in my eyes. "Rematch?" I suggest, gripping the cue stick with newfound confidence.

He smirks and nods, setting up the balls again. The room buzzes with anticipation as we begin.

I focus on the table, determined to impress him. My first shot sends a striped ball into a corner pocket, earning an approving nod from Evan.

As we play, our banter becomes more relaxed, the tension between us palpable. His friends cheer us on, but my attention remains on Evan's every move.

I line up my next shot, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. The cue stick glides smoothly across the table, striking the cue ball with precision.

The balls scatter, and I hold my breath as one of them teeters on the edge of a pocket. It drops in with a satisfying clunk, and I let out a triumphant whoop.

Evan grins, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're on fire tonight, Leah."

I flash him a cheeky smile, feeling a rush of adrenaline. "Just getting started."

The game continues, our friendly competition intensifying with each shot. The air is electric, charged with the promise of victory and the thrill of defeat.

Finally, I sink the eight ball, sealing my victory with a triumphant grin. The room erupts in cheers and applause, Evan's friends high-fiving me and patting me on the back.

Evan approaches me, his eyes locked on mine, a hint of admiration in his gaze. "You won," he says, his voice low and husky.

I nod, still basking in the glow of triumph. "Yeah, I did."

And then, without warning, he reaches out and snatches the cue stick from my hand, his fingers brushing against mine once more.

"Let's make it interesting," he says, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Winner takes all."

I meet his gaze, feeling the weight of the challenge, and nod with a confident smile.

Evan leans in, his breath warm against my ear, "How about a different kind of game?" My pulse quickens, curiosity piqued. I glance at Emily, who raises an eyebrow but nods encouragingly. Evan's friends exchange knowing looks, adding a layer of intrigue.

He gestures toward a door at the back of the room. I hesitate, then follow him through it, entering a dimly lit hallway. The air is cooler here, tinged with mystery.

Evan pauses at another door, turning to me with a playful grin. "Ready?" he asks. I nod, anticipation building as he pushes the door open.

The room beyond is small and intimate, with walls lined with old bookshelves and a single, ornate desk in the center. The air is thick with the scent of old leather and parchment.

Evan closes the door behind us, and I hear the soft click of a lock falling into place. My heart skips a beat as I realize we're alone.

"What's this?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Evan's grin widens. "My little secret," he says, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Let's just say it's a game that requires... trust."

I raise an eyebrow, feeling a shiver run down my spine. "What kind of game?"

Evan takes a step closer, his eyes locked on mine. "You'll see," he says, his voice low and husky. "But first, you have to promise me one thing."

I hesitate, unsure of what to expect. But Evan's eyes are sparkling with excitement, and I find myself wanting to know more.

"What's that?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Evan's smile grows wider. "You have to promise not to back down," he says, his eyes glinting with challenge. "No matter what happens."

I take a deep breath, feeling my heart pounding in my chest. And then, without thinking, I nod.

"I promise," I say, my voice firm.

Evan's eyes flash with triumph, and he reaches out to take my hand. His fingers intertwine with mine, sending a shiver down my spine.

Evan's grip on my hand tightens, pulling me closer until I can feel his breath against my neck. "How about a bet with a kiss as the prize?" he whispers, his voice low and teasing.

My heart races, caught between thrill and hesitation. I glance at the closed door, then back at Evan, whose eyes are locked onto mine with an intensity that makes it hard to look away.

I weigh my options, considering the implications of this bet. Finally, I nod, a small smile playing on my lips.

Evan grins, releasing my hand to set up the game. He pulls out a deck of cards from his pocket and begins to shuffle them with a flourish.

"Five-card draw," he says, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Winner takes the kiss."

I raise an eyebrow, feeling a flutter in my chest. "You're on," I say, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in my stomach.

Evan deals out the cards, and we both study our hands intently. The room is silent except for the soft rustle of the cards and our own quiet breathing.

I glance up at Evan, who's watching me with an unreadable expression. His eyes seem to bore into mine, as if daring me to back down.

I take a deep breath, focusing on the game. I discard two cards and draw new ones, my heart pounding in anticipation.

Evan does the same, his movements swift and confident. We both study our hands again, the tension between us building.

Suddenly, Evan slams his hand down on the desk, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. "I win," he says, his eyes glinting with victory.

My heart sinks as I realize I've lost. But before I can react, Evan's lips are on mine, warm and insistent.

I pull back, grinning at Evan's audacity. "Double or nothing? Let's take this game outside, into the night."

He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by my challenge.

We gather our things and head out, the cool night air wrapping around us like a refreshing blanket. The streets are quiet, lit by dim streetlights casting long shadows that stretch and twist on the pavement.

Emily follows, giving me a thumbs-up from behind as we walk. We reach an empty park with a basketball court, its surface glistening under the moonlight like a sheet of polished silver.

Evan suggests a simple shooting contest, and I nod, feeling the adrenaline surge through my veins like a shot of espresso.

I take the first shot, the ball soaring through the air in a perfect arc, the sound of it bouncing on the court echoing through the night.

Evan nods in approval, his eyes sparkling with competitiveness. "Not bad," he says, taking his own shot.

The ball swooshes through the net, and I feel a pang of determination. I'm not going to let him win that easily.

I take my next shot, focusing on the rim as if it's the only thing that exists in the world. The ball bounces off the backboard, and for a moment, I think it's going to rim out.

But then it drops in, and I let out a triumphant whoop, pumping my fist in the air.

Evan grins, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're on fire tonight, Leah," he says, taking another shot.

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The moon casts a silvery glow over the court as we face off, each shot echoing in the still night. Evan's first attempt swishes through the net effortlessly, his confidence palpable. I can feel his gaze on me, weighing my every move.

My turn comes, and I focus intently, feeling the weight of his gaze. I bounce the ball twice, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. The ball arcs perfectly, landing with a satisfying swoosh. Emily cheers from the sidelines, her voice breaking the tension.

Evan's second shot misses, bouncing off the rim with a loud clang. I seize the opportunity, taking my time before releasing the ball. It sails smoothly through the net, securing my victory.

"Yes!" I shout, pumping my fist in the air. Emily rushes over to congratulate me, her eyes shining with excitement.

Evan approaches me, a grin spreading across his face. "You're a tough opponent, Leah," he says, his voice low and husky. "I didn't expect you to take it that far."

I raise an eyebrow, feeling a thrill of triumph. "You shouldn't underestimate me, Evan," I say, my voice firm.

He chuckles, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I won't make that mistake again," he says, holding out his hand.

I take it, feeling a jolt of electricity as our palms touch. "Rematch?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with challenge.

I nod, my heart racing with anticipation. "Anytime," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

I grin, agreeing to a rematch, as we set up for another round under the moonlit court. Evan retrieves the ball and tosses it to me with a playful smirk.

I dribble, feeling the cool night air on my skin, and take my first shot. The ball swishes through the net, and Evan nods in approval.

He takes his turn, missing by a hair, which makes me chuckle. Emily cheers from the sidelines, her voice echoing in the quiet park.

As Evan lines up his next shot, he glances at me with a determined look. The ball leaves his hands, heading straight for the hoop.

I leap into action, my heart pounding in my chest. I jump high, stretching out my hand to block the shot.

Time seems to slow down as our hands collide, the ball hovering in mid-air. For a moment, it's just Evan and I, locked in a silent battle of wills.

Then, in a flash of movement, the ball ricochets off my hand and soars back towards Evan. He catches it with a swift motion, his eyes never leaving mine.

Evan grins, holding the ball tightly. "You're full of surprises tonight, Leah."

I smirk, feeling the adrenaline rush through me. "You haven't seen anything yet."

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The air is electric as we face off, our eyes locked in a silent challenge. Evan takes a step closer, his movements fluid and calculated. I mirror him, my heart pounding in my chest.

Suddenly, he makes a quick move to the left, attempting to fake me out. But I'm ready for him, anticipating his next step. I dart to the right, my sneakers squeaking on the court.

Evan's eyes narrow, impressed by my quick reflexes. He recovers quickly, taking a shot that arcs high into the air. I leap into action, my hand stretching out to block it.

Time seems to slow down as our hands meet again, the ball hovering precariously between us. The sound of our breathing is the only thing that breaks the silence.

In a flash of movement, Evan spins around me, using his agility to get past my defense. He lands a smooth layup, the ball dropping through the net with ease.

I grit my teeth, feeling a surge of determination. I'm not going to let him win that easily. I take a deep breath, focusing on my next move.

As I prepare to shoot, Emily's voice rings out from the sidelines. "Go, Leah!" she cheers, her enthusiasm infectious.

I smile, feeling a boost of confidence. With newfound energy, I launch the ball into the air, watching as it soars towards the hoop...

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The ball hangs in the air, suspended in a moment of uncertainty. Evan's eyes track its trajectory, his gaze intense. I hold my breath, my heart racing with anticipation.

Suddenly, the ball drops through the net, securing my point. Emily's cheers erupt into a loud whoop, her excitement echoing across the court. I pump my fist in triumph, grinning at Evan.

He nods in approval, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "You're on fire tonight, Leah," he says, his voice low and husky.

I feel a flutter in my chest at his words, but I push it aside, focusing on the game. We're tied again, and I'm not going to let him get ahead.

Evan retrieves the ball, his movements fluid and confident. He dribbles towards me, his eyes locked on mine. I mirror him, my feet moving swiftly across the court.

The game is intense now, each shot a battle of wills. The night air is electric, charged with tension and competition. I can feel Evan's gaze on me, weighing my every move.

I fake left, then dart right, trying to shake him off. But Evan is quick, anticipating my next step. He counters with a swift move, his agility leaving me scrambling to keep up.