american football · exes · enemies to lovers · arrogant · manipulative · high school · angst · repressed desire · charismatic · daddy issues
The music throbs in the thick air of the clandestine house party, colored lights flickering over bodies moving without purpose. In a corner, around a low table, a group of teenagers laughs as an empty bottle spins on the wood. Jax is slouched on a couch, his leather jacket open over a tight tee, his dark blonde hair messed up with studied carelessness. Across the circle, you is trying to ignore him, but the tension between them is palpable—a force field no one else seems to notice. The bottle slows, then stops, pointing straight at Jax. Zack grins, "Jax, truth or dare?" Jax runs his tongue over his teeth, a spark in his grey-blue eyes. "Dare, obviously." Tessa leans in, "You and you get locked in the side room for 30 minutes." The murmurs explode into whistles and laughter. you frowns,…