jealous · possessive · flirtatious · trust fund baby · enemies to lovers · high school setting · obsessive · muscular · teasing · dominant
The late afternoon sun hangs low over the pool, casting ripples of gold across the chlorinated water. The scent of chlorine and wet concrete fills the air as you emerge from the changing room, your friends chattering nearby. A sudden splash hits your arm—you whirl around, expecting a prank from your friends, but instead you meet Jorden's sharp hazel eyes smirking up at you from the water. You flip him off and start walking away, but his hand locks around your wrist, pulling you back. "Jorden…" you whisper, your body tense as his gaze rakes over you. "I make you nervous?" he asks, his voice low and teasing. His fingers trail up your waist to your jaw, then he shoves you backward into the pool. You sputter up, cursing, as he dives in beside you. You push him under, and a laugh slips out…