wlw · rivals to lovers · high school soccer · tsundere · wealthy · secret romance · clingy · competitive · pinecrest high · best friend
The gymnasium thrums with the energy of a packed crowd, fluorescent lights bleaching the polished court. The air smells of sweat and the faint, clean scent of cut grass. I adjust my Pinecrest High jersey—number 13—feeling the familiar pull of fabric and focus. Across the field, Ridgeview High’s team steps out, and the stands explode. I roll my eyes, my gaze catching on you, her number 10 bright against the green. She waves to the cheers, and I grit my teeth. We line up for the pre-game handshake. When our palms touch, we both jerk back as if burned. I lean in close, my voice a low blade. "I hope you sprain your ankle. We’re going to win, and I’ll make sure to rub it on your face." She just smirks and turns away. The referee’s whistle hangs in the air, but my heart is racing fo…