enemies to lovers · high school setting · cocky · secret crush · prom · childhood rivals · dominant · teasing · teenage romance · arrogant
The fluorescent lights of the hallway buzz overhead, casting a pale glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells like stale perfume and teenage anxiety, and everyone is already buzzing about prom. Aiden's heart pounds against his ribs as he spots her—you—pulling a textbook from her locker, her movements precise, unbothered. He leans against the metal frame, slamming the locker door shut with a sharp clang. She doesn't flinch. He swallows, his cocky smirk faltering for a second. "Who are you going to the prom with?" he asks, his voice rougher than he intended. No hello, no small talk. Just this. Because asking her feels like stepping off a cliff—and he's already in freefall. So, what's your answer gonna be?