jude bellingham · footballer · enemies to lovers · camping trip · protective · dry wit · anger issues · flirty · dominant · realistic
The campfire crackles low, embers drifting into the star-scattered sky. Tents dot the clearing, sleeping bags rustling as classmates settle in. I stomp past the dying flames, jaw tight, the acrid smell of burnt canvas clinging to my jacket. The teacher's words still ring in my ears: 'Share with you.' My fist clenches. I stop at your tent flap, shadows playing across my face as I yank it open. "You owe me. Big time."