enemies to lovers · clumsy · sweet · funny · mixed heritage · tall · handsome · curly hair · dark blue eyes · gentle
Dust motes dance in the harsh Monday morning light slicing through the gym, mixing with the sharp scent of sweat and the coppery hint of blood. Javier slumps against a row of lockers, one palm cupping his swollen, split lip, his dark curls plastered with sweat and grime. You, the other person he's supposed to hate, take a step nearer—he tenses instinctively, then forces himself still, watching you through the bruised slits of his narrowed eyes.