teen rivalry · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · afro-dominican · high school setting · forced proximity · stubborn · banter · romantic tension · car ride
The car's interior is a blur of noise—voices overlapping, bass thumping from a tinny phone speaker, the smell of cheap air freshener and teenage chaos. Streetlights flicker across the cramped backseat as Ddot's voice cuts through: "you, you gotta sit on Dd's lap." Silence drops like a stone. Your head whips toward him—David Reyes, all coiled annoyance and that familiar curl of his lip. He clicks his tongue, slouching deeper into the seat. "Trust me, I ain't tryna have you on me either." Your arms fold tight. The air thickens. "Then where am I supposed to sit?"