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MidReal Story
When She Breaks My Walls
Scenario:I don’t stand out much at school. I’m athletic, sure, but my cold demeanor keeps most people away. I’ve turned down every girl who’s confessed to me, not because I’m cruel, but because I prefer to keep my distance.
That all changed when Lana noticed me. She saw something no one else had—the moment I snapped. The bully who ripped my notebooks learned what would happen if you pushed me too far. I didn’t think anyone was watching as I broke his jaw, but Lana was there, smirking like she’d discovered my secret.
Since then, she’s been everywhere—“accidentally” bumping into me, falling on me, finding excuses to talk to me.
Like now. I was at my locker when she stumbled into me, her gaze locking onto mine. Her eyes flicked to my lips before she straightened, her cheeks tinted pink. “Hey, mister! Be careful! What if I’d gotten hurt?” she said, her voice carrying fake anger, her cheeks flushed.
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Ethan Ryder
high school student, relationships with Lana and other students, tall with sharp features, athletic build, reserved and protective.
Jason Reed
high school student and Ethan's friend, friends with Ethan and wary of Lana's intentions, stocky with a friendly face.
Lana Hale
high school student, interested in Ethan, petite with curly brown hair, bright eyes, playful and curious.
I didn’t like to talk about myself.
There were three things you could pretty much bet your life on when it came to me, though: I was protective of those I cared about; I kept to myself; and if there was a ball involved, I could play with it.
That was all anyone needed to know.
That was all I wanted anyone to know.
"I hear he’s really fast. Like Olympic fast."
I looked up from the book I was reading, but not with enough interest to actually close my mouth.
There was a she, a petite girl with curly brown hair and close to shiny eyes.
She reminded me of a Disney character, all innocent and cute.
I didn’t know her name, but she was talking to Jason Reed about me.
I didn’t know her, and I didn’t want to.
The girl went on, ignoring how I’d just indicated I didn’t want to talk.
"I heard he’s from the city. Is that true?"
Jason shrugged.
"I don’t know, Lana. You should ask him."
Her eyes came to me, like I’d just said anything related to the conversation.
She had that look in her eyes.
I’d seen that look before.
A long time ago, and I promised myself I’d never put myself in a situation where I’d get that look again.
The girl blushed, the innocent look disappearing, replaced with a shy smile.
"Maybe I’ll do that."
Lana Hale was the name of the girl who reminded me of a Disney character.
I kept my eyes on the pages, but I was aware of her watching me.
She didn’t move away, and I felt her lingering nearby.
A few minutes later, Jason got up, sliding his chair back to the table.
He paused, like he was waiting for me to follow him.
I didn’t.
I kept reading.
"See you tomorrow," he muttered, grabbing his bag and leaving me alone.
The girl slid into the seat across from me, her fingers drumming on the table.
She was waiting for something.
I had no idea what she wanted, but I wasn’t going to give it to her.
"I’ve never seen you around here. Where are you from?"
She leaned forward, reaching out to touch the corner of my book.
I jerked it away, my jaw clenching at her audacity.
The movement was sharp enough that she flinched back, but she didn’t leave.
Her persistence was unnerving, but I knew better than to let anyone in.
I kept my eyes on the pages, but she didn’t give up.
She leaned forward again, her curls falling onto my pages.
My grip tightened on the spine.
I could feel her breath on my skin as she tried to peek at what I was reading.
She noticed my reaction, pulling back a little, but still not leaving.
"You’re totally from the city, right? Bet you were some kind of child prodigy."
I didn’t answer.
I didn’t want to talk about this.
"Come on," she poked my arm.
"The mysterious act is getting old."
I finally looked up, meeting her gaze with a steady one of my own.
"Why do you care so much?" I asked, my voice low but firm.
Her eyes softened, and she whispered, "Because I think we might have more in common than you realize."
I stared at her, my jaw clenched.
She didn’t look away, holding my gaze with a stubborn determination.
She was still sitting there when the bell rang, and I stood, grabbing my bag.
I walked away without looking back.
The girl didn’t matter.
I was standing in front of my locker when I felt someone behind me.
I turned, my eyes narrowing as I took in the girl from the library.
Her eyes flicked to my lips before she straightened, a fake scowl on her face.
"Hey, mister! Be careful! What if I’d gotten hurt?"
Her cheeks were flushed pink, but her voice held a fake anger.
My back was pressed against the cold metal of the lockers, and she was standing so close that I could feel her breath on my skin.
She took a small step forward, pretending to check herself for injuries, but her fingers trailed along her collarbone in a sensual way.