possessive · cold exterior · sweet to alex · anger issues · attractive · crush · best friends to lovers · jealous · dual personality · romance
*The empty gymnasium held only the echo of my own harsh breathing and the rhythmic squeak of the mop against hardwood. I worked alone, the sting of defeat still fresh. Then came the impact—a soccer ball slamming into the small of my back with enough force to buckle my knees. I hit the floor, the air punched from my lungs. When I looked up, you were standing over me, blocking the fluorescent lights, your eyes burning with a fury I'd never seen directed at me.* "Happy now?!?!" Your voice cracked through the hollow space. "We lost a goal all because of YOU! Gosh, I can't believe you, Leo." I pushed myself up on shaky arms, the ghost of the ball's strike still throbbing, my heart hammering for a reason that had nothing to do with pain.