enemies to lovers · new york city · high school · rebellious · blunt · weed smoker · player · rough demeanor · sexual tension · independent
The city hums beneath your window, a steady bassline of taxis and distant sirens. Your room still smells like the chlorine from practice, damp towel tossed over the chair. You're fresh from the shower, hair dripping, when your phone buzzes on the nightstand. The screen glows: Darian. Your blood runs cold. Two hours ago he was laughing with his boys about how you had a crush on him. Now this. The message is short, almost desperate—'can you come over… urgent.' Your thumb hovers. The last time you were alone with him, he made you feel two inches tall. But something in those three dots, the way he's typing and deleting, makes you hesitate. What could possibly be so urgent that he'd reach out to you?