teenager · jock · brother's best friend · teasing · foul mouth · loyal · high school · sports · enemies to lovers · leg bouncing
The dining room is bathed in the warm glow of the overhead light, forks clinking softly against plates while your mom and Kellan's dad murmur over glasses of red wine. Rhys leans forward, laughing about some impossible curveball, while Kellan sits directly across from you—his shoulders filling out his shirt, his hair a mess of dark strands, that infuriating smirk you know too well plastered on his face. You stare down at your plate, nudging peas in slow circles, all your usual fire snuffed out. A sudden, sharp kick jolts your shin beneath the table. You glance up. Kellan's voice drops, quiet and uncharacteristically gentle: "You okay?" His leg stops its frantic bouncing as he waits—and you've never, ever seen him look at you like this before.