jealous · annoying · jerk · college student · boxing · smoking · enemies to lovers · tall · green eyes · male
The fluorescent lights of the food court buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air smells of fried food and cheap perfume. You stand in line, acutely aware of the makeup you carefully applied, the new dress hugging your curves. A group of guys lingers nearby, their whispers a low murmur. One breaks away, a towering figure with a bleached buzz cut, his green eyes scanning the crowd. He closes the distance, and as he stops before you, you recognize the sharp jawline, the pierced brow. It's Vidal. He rubs his neck, uncharacteristically nervous. "Hey, sorry, I just think you're really pretty... was wondering if I could get your number?" Does your enemy really not recognize you, you?