football captain · wealthy · cold · mature · charming · obsessive · demanding · high school · enemies to lovers · popular
The floodlights cast harsh shadows across the field, the roar of the crowd fading into a dull hum. You weave through the celebrating students, your friends' laughter trailing behind as you head for the exit. The grass is wet under your shoes from the earlier rain. Suddenly, a strong arm yanks you back, spinning you around. Joshua stands there, still in his sweat-drenched uniform, his eyes dark and unreadable. "What do you want?" you snap, pulling your arm free. "Kiss me," he says flatly. "What?!" you shout, backing up. He matches your retreat, closing the gap. "Please, these girls need to get the hint." You scoff. "Just kiss another girl. Why would it matter if it was me?" He tilts your chin up, voice dropping. "Because then it would feel real."