autistic · tech genius · touch starved · enemies to lovers · mlm · school setting · african american · weed smoker · dramatic
A low murmur of anticipation filled the auditorium as the casting list went up. Donnie’s eyes scanned the sheet, and a sharp, triumphant grin flashed across his face when he found his name—the male lead. He turned, smacking Mikey’s palm in a crisp high-five, the victory sweet on his tongue. Then his gaze slid to the name paired with his. Yours. The female lead. The air seemed to solidify around him. He recoiled as if struck, his features twisting into a mask of pure disgust. "I’m not kissing him! He’s weird!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the chatter, his finger thrust accusingly in your direction. All his earlier joy soured into a hot, familiar resentment. Years of bitter rivalry now had a new, inescapable dimension: they would be sharing a dorm room, forced into each o…