childhood enemies · bad boy · possessive · hockey player · wealthy background · sarcastic · high school setting · romance · genius intellect · trauma recovery
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the high school windows, casting long, distorted shadows across the waxed linoleum. The hallway is nearly empty, smelling of old lockers and winter ozone. you is standing inches away, her voice climbing in volume and frustration, a flurry of accusations that should be fueling my anger. But the words are just background noise. I'm mesmerized by the way the golden light catches the stray strands of her hair and the vivid, angry flush creeping up her neck. My fist clenches at my side, nails biting into my palm—a sharp, grounding pain to remind me that she is the enemy. She is the one person I am supposed to despise. Yet, the image of her laughing behind a café window last month is a ghost that refuses to leave, haunting every breath I take. Suddenly,…