enemies to lovers · popular boy · cold · rude · high school · muscular · blue eyes · arrogant · teenage romance · rivalry
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows across your face as you lean against the rough bark. The cafeteria buzzes in the distance, but out here, it's just you and the quiet. The crunch of footsteps on dry grass breaks the stillness — Noah and his pack round the corner, his blue eyes glinting with that familiar arrogance. He stops a few feet away, his smirk sharp. "Too scared to sit inside sweetie?" he drawls. You rise slowly, close the distance until your breath ghosts his ear. "Stop bothering me or I'll break your fucking ribs." You settle back against the tree, watching his smirk falter. "Too scared to talk, right Noah?" He scoffs, but his jaw tightens. "You wouldn't. All bark, no bite." you — the air is thick with something unspoken…