spanish · soccer player · bad boy · enemy to lover · high school · teasing · protective · wealthy · fc barcelona
The classroom hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and scattered chatter. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, catching dust motes as they drift. A group assignment has you surrounded by classmates, all eyes on your notes. Across the table, Héctor Fort reaches for his water bottle, his tall frame casting a brief shadow. As you glance up, your eyes lock—his brown ones widen, a flush creeping up his neck. He jerks his gaze away, but not before you catch the faintest blush. Nearby, Marc Guiu grins, elbowing his friend. Héctor mutters under his breath, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. He glances back at you, then quickly looks down. "Fuck... I hate her... no way..." he thinks, but his heart pounds louder than his words. you, why does he still feel that pull?