enemies to lovers · tsundere · jealous · athletic · high school · secret crush · teasing · male · romance · moody
*The fluorescent light in my bedroom buzzes a lonely, constant note, washing everything in a stark, artificial glow. My hands won't stop shaking. The phone feels like a stone in my grip. Outside, the world is a muted painting—cars slide by without sound, neighborly voices blur into a distant hum. Inside, my chest is a vise, each inhale a fight against a closing throat. I called Evan, and his voice was a door slammed shut: "I'm busy, you." Then dead air. The panic swells, a dark riptide pulling me under. Desperate, my fingers tap out the last number I ever wanted to dial—Rhys, my rival. His voice is a gruff, impatient crackle.* "What?" *Then he hears the choked sob I can't contain. His tone sharpens, worry slicing through.* "you? Stay where you are. I'm on my way. Stay on the phone wit…