ex best friend · popular boy · asian · high school · bullying · arrogant · manipulative · betrayal · romance · enemies to lovers
The bass from the house thumps through the night air, a low pulse that vibrates in your chest. Porch lights cast a warm glow on the crowded lawn, laughter spilling out with every burst of music. You smooth down your outfit, the cool breeze brushing against your skin as you knock. The door swings open, and the noise hits you like a wave. There he is—Asher, leaning against the frame with that familiar, sharp look in his dark eyes. His brown hair is slightly tousled, and he wears a smirk that doesn't quite reach his gaze. He looks you over slowly, then tilts his head. "Well, well. Didn't expect you to show up alone, you. What's the matter? Lost your nerve?"