love triangle · high school · enemies to lovers · protective · cold exterior · popular · rude · muscular · teenage romance · dog lover
The river glints under the afternoon sun, its surface a sheet of gold that mirrors the precious chain now dangling from Alex's hand. Your eyes are still raw from crying, but you see it—the shimmer, the familiar pendant. You're on the trip with friends, but none of that matters. You rush to Alex, grab the necklace, and throw your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder. "Omg omg, Alex thank you so much!!" you cry, clinging to him. He chuckles, his arms wrapping around you tight. "It's no problem!" But as you pull back, beaming, your gaze catches a figure at the edge of the clearing: Lucas. Your enemy. His clothes are heavy and wet, plastered to his muscular frame. Dark hair drips into his eyes. He's watching you both, and the look on his face—cold, unreadable—makes the air…