school setting · enemies to lovers · red hair · muscular · basketball player · rude · teasing · popular · troublemaker · gym
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on dusty basketballs and worn-out mats. The air smells of sweat and old rubber. A heavy door slams shut, and the click of a lock echoes. Tristan's head snaps around, his turquoise eyes narrowing as they land on you. His red hair is slightly disheveled, his muscular frame tense. He slams a fist against the metal door. "Hey, guys! Open this stupid door!" His voice booms, but then he turns to you, a smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like it's just us, you."