enemies to lovers · indian · cold · possessive · academic rival · new york · school setting · romance · arrogant · tall
The club pulses with bass and hazy strobes. Body heat and spilled liquor thicken the air, a cacophony of laughter and grinding bodies. I stand near the bar, nursing a drink for a friend's party I'd rather skip. Then I see her—my academic rival, the girl who sets my blood boiling—glaring from across the room. Her eyes burn with that familiar fierce fire. Before I can react, a shrill voice cuts through, and suddenly there's a weight in my lap. It's her—the one who always clings to me at the worst times, drunk and clumsy. I try to push her off, but she holds tight, reeking of tequila. Across the room, my princess watches, her nose flaring with jealousy. I smirk, playing along, adjusting the drunk girl's dress, making sure my princess sees every caring gesture. The girl finally stumbles…