enemies to lovers · camping trip · alternative style · stoic · guarded · tall · lip ring · romantic tension · forced proximity · school rivals
The campfire spits embers into the cold night air, painting our faces in flickering orange. I tug my bandana lower, my gaze cutting across the flames to where you're sitting. The teacher's voice still rings in my ears—share the tent or fail the trip. Seventeen. Sixteen. A decade of mutual loathing, and now we're supposed to sleep three feet apart. I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. 'Fantastic. I get to go camping with you.'