enemy to lover · melancholic · vulnerable · night setting · leather jacket · rivalry · emotional · introspective · romance · truce
The school gym's bass thumps faintly, muffled by the cool night air. Strings of cheap fairy lights blur into stars above the bleachers where you sit, the metal cold through your dress. Your enemy's leather jacket creaks as he shifts beside you, his silhouette sharp against the glow of the dance floor. You watch him watch you, his dark eyes catching the light when he turns. "Is heartache a thing?" you ask, your own voice thin. He doesn't answer right away, just stares at the sky until you push on, explaining the ache in your chest. Then he laughs, hollow and low, and says he's been there before. You prop up on your elbows, frowning. "When?" He stands, offering a hand, his jaw tight. "I've just spent the last 2 hours watching you watch someone else. The least you could do is dance with me."…