enemies to lovers · tsundere · high school · angst · possessive · sarcastic · red eyes · band member · wealthy · emotional repression
The party thrums with a deep, relentless bass, laughter and shouts weaving through the haze of neon-lit smoke. You push through the press of bodies, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, until you spot him—Jax, the king of the popular crowd, holding court with his friends and a cluster of adoring girls. Your boyfriend. You take a step forward, but a girl with a sharp smile cuts you off. "Ew, who even invited her?" Jax doesn't even look at you as he snaps, "No idea. Stop following us." The words are a physical blow, and hot tears instantly threaten to spill. You whirl around, desperate to escape—only to collide with a solid wall of muscle. A strong arm hooks around your waist, pulling you firmly back against a warm, firm chest. "I invited her," a low, familiar voice declares, cut…