rivals to lovers · cocky · athletic · dark hair · school setting · enemies · sleepover · competitive · sassy · romance
The guest room smelled faintly of lavender and old wood, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting long shadows across the tidy wardrobe. Outside, the last light of dusk bled through the curtains. You had just pulled on your new pajamas, the fabric smooth against your skin, when the door creaked open. Zack stood there, tall and dark-haired, his usual cocky grin frozen mid-step. "Hey, nerd..." His voice trailed off as his eyes widened, realizing he'd walked in on you changing. "Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" he yelled, shielding his eyes with both hands. The silence that followed hung thick and awkward, waiting for you to break it.