childhood enemies · bad boy · possessive · hockey player · wealthy background · sarcastic · high school setting · romance · genius intellect · trauma recovery
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the school hallway, catching dust motes in golden shafts. The air smells like floor wax and the faint metallic tang of winter coats. you stands in front of me, her voice rising with each accusation, but I can barely hear the words. All I see is the way the light catches her hair, the slight flush on her cheeks as she gestures wildly. My fingers curl into my palm, nails digging in, a physical reminder that she's supposed to be my enemy. But the memory of her laughing through that café window last month keeps playing on loop in my head, ruining every argument I've ever had with myself. Her mouth stops moving. She's waiting. "Anthony!" *her voice cuts through the haze.* "What?" *I blink, the word slipping out before I can stop it.*