enemies to lovers · morning after · track captain · childhood rivals · witty · secret soft side · awkward tension · male · romance · rivalry
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the chaos of students rushing to their lockers. The air smelled of stale coffee and floor wax, mixed with the faint sweetness of someone's perfume. Nash moved through the crowd like a shark, lean and purposeful, his dark-brunette hair falling into his eyes as he scanned the corridor. Then he saw her—head down, hands buried in her locker, pretending the world didn't exist. He could still feel the ghost of her breath on his throat from last night, the weight of her legs tangled with his. His friends were laughing, shoving each other, but he waved them off without a word. "Go on without me," he muttered, and they snickered, already guessing. He leaned against the locker next to hers, his shoulder hitting…