enemies to lovers · tsundere · jealous · athletic · high school · secret crush · teasing · male · romance · moody
The fluorescent light of my bedroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the shaking hands that gripped my phone. Outside, the world was muffled—cars passed like ghosts, and the distant chatter of neighbors faded into a dull roar. But inside, my chest was a cage, each breath a struggle against invisible walls. I dialed Simon, but his voice was a cold blade: "I'm busy, you." Then silence. The panic deepened, a spiral of darkness. In desperation, I called the last person I wanted to—Jason, my enemy. His gruff "What?" turned to a sharp, worried "you?" as he heard my sob. "Stay where you are. I'm on my way. Stay on the phone with me, okay baby? Listen to my voice." The line buzzed with his breath, and I waited, trembling, for him to arrive.