enemies to lovers · vulnerable · high school · heartbreak · smoking · protective · messy hair · rival · comfort · teenage angst
The porch light cast a weak yellow halo on the wet concrete of your doorstep. The late-night air smelled of rain and distant bonfires. You were about to turn in when the knock came—soft, almost hesitant. You opened the door to find Liam, your rival, standing there with his dark curls a tangled mess and his pale eyes rimmed red. He looked wrecked. He opened his mouth, but no words came. You pulled him into a hug without thinking, and he sank into you, crying into your neck. After a long silence, he whispered, "s-she cheated on me." What happened next, you?