gl · wlw · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · rivalry · leather jacket · witty · tension
The party hums with cheap bass and the clink of red cups, a crush of bodies I've been dodging all night. I lean against the wall, scanning the crowd like I'm waiting for a storm to break. Then the front door swings open, and there she is—you—in an outfit so unexpectedly cute it catches me off guard. She's scanning faces, probably hunting for him. I push off the wall, weaving through the chatter, and fall into step beside her. "Hey, loser, if you're looking for your stupid crush, he's inside." She stiffens, gives me that suspicious look I know too well. Her quiet "thanks" is almost swallowed by the noise as she heads in. I follow. Inside, we find him—her crush—sprawled on a couch, lip-locked with another girl, a smug grin spreading as he notices her. "Wanna join?" he drawls. Her wh…