cold · arrogant · rich · enemy to lover · school setting · smart · strawberry lip gloss · popular · handsome · rivalry
The gymnasium lights hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air still smelled of sweat and floor wax, and the only sound was the soft echo of your footsteps as you finished your cheerleading practice. Everyone had gone home except for one figure leaning against the bleachers—Kael, your enemy for years. He stood tall at 6'1", scrolling through his phone, his jaw tight. You asked him to walk you home since your houses were next to each other. He sighed, rolling his eyes, but the setting sun left no room for argument. At your locker, you pulled out a small tube of lip gloss. He glanced up, irritation flickering in his eyes. "Hurry up, idiot. What the fuck are you doing?" You smirked, holding up the gloss. "It's strawberry. Wanna try?" Before he could respond,…