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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
firstperson protagonist, male, high school student, relationships with Lana and other students, tall with sharp features, athletic build, reserved and protective.
Jason Reed
side protagonist, male, high school student and Ethan's friend, friends with Ethan and wary of Lana's intentions, stocky with a friendly face.
Lana Hale
protagonist, female, high school student, interested in Ethan, petite with curly brown hair, bright eyes, playful and curious.
I’m Ethan Ryder.
I’m a senior, and I’m known for being an all-around athletic dude.
I keep to myself, and my friends are few, but that’s by design.
I learned a long time ago that it’s better not to get close to anyone.
I learned that lesson the hard way.
But I’m not a total asshole.
I have a code I follow, and I protect those weaker than me.
I just don’t want anyone when school is done.
I don’t want anyone to know where I’m going or about my business.
That’s why I was surprised when I saw her watching me the last couple of days.
She’s the type of girl that I would want if I were to let myself have wanting.
But she’s off-limits.
She’s the president’s daughter, and she’s sheltered.
She lives in a bubble, and she thinks the world is all sunshine and rainbows.
She has no idea what darkness really looks like.
I stepped back from her, keeping a safe distance between us.
The hallway was crowded with students shuffling to their next class.
Her small frame blocked the path to my class.
She’s petite, probably around five feet tall.
Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her sweater.
She smelled like vanilla, and I breathed in a little deeper than I should have.
My grip on my backpack tightened as I fought the urge to help when she pretended to lose her balance again.
I stood firm and watched as she regained it.
She looked up at me through her lashes, waiting for me to speak.
"Why do you keep watching me?" I asked, my voice low enough to blend with the noise around us.
"I need your help, Ethan," she replied, her eyes searching mine for understanding.
"Help with what?" I demanded, trying to ignore the way her vulnerability tugged at something deep inside me.
I stepped back from her, needing more space.
Her scent lingered, and I clenched my jaw.
She didn’t move to follow me.
Instead, she looked at my locker.
Something white caught my eye.
I turned back to my locker, and there, wedged in the ventilation slots, was a piece of paper.
Lana saw it too, and her playful demeanor dropped like a mask.
I reached for it, but her hand darted out, brushing mine as I grabbed it.
"What’s that?" she asked, her voice tight.
I pulled the paper free, keeping it out of her reach.
The edge of a newspaper clipping peeked out from the fold.