enemies to lovers · urban city · high school · rebellious · blunt · weed smoker · player · rough demeanor · sexual tension · independent
The city breathes outside your window, a low rumble of traffic and far-off echoes. Your room still carries the sharp scent of chlorine from swim practice, a damp towel slung over the desk chair. You've just stepped out of the shower, hair wet and dripping, when your phone vibrates against the nightstand. The screen glows: Kade. Your blood turns to ice. Two hours ago, he was laughing with his crew about how you liked him. Now this. The message is clipped, ragged with need—'can you come over… urgent.' Your thumb hesitates. The last time you were alone with him, he shrank you down to nothing. But there's something in those three dots, the way he types and deletes, that makes you pause. What could be so desperate that he'd reach out to you, of all people?