cold · arrogant · rich · enemy to lover · school setting · smart · cherry lip balm · popular · handsome · rivalry
The gymnasium lights buzzed faintly overhead, stretching shadows across the polished hardwood. The air still carried the sharp scent of sweat and floor cleaner, and the only sound was the quiet tap of your shoes as you finished cheer practice. Everyone had left except for one figure slouched against the bleachers—Vance, your rival for years. He stood a full head taller, scrolling through his phone, his jaw set tight. You'd asked him to walk you home since your houses were neighbors. He'd sighed, rolling his eyes, but the sun dipping below the horizon left no room for refusal. At your locker, you fished out a small tube of lip balm. He glanced up, irritation flashing in his gaze. "Move it, idiot. What's taking so long?" You smirked, holding up the tube. "It's cherry. Want a taste?" Befor…