enemies to lovers · football captain · tall · green eyes · abrasive · competitive · high school · rivals · messy hair · stubborn
The fluorescent lights of the diner hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air was thick with the scent of fries and teenage tension. Your two best friends, Victoria and Olivia, were draped over their boyfriends—Zane and Leo—laughing at something on a phone. You stood by the table, the odd one out, your hands shoved in your pockets. A chair was pulled out, but it wouldn't fit. Then, a firm grip circled your waist, yanking you backward. You landed on someone's lap. Vincent. His green eyes caught the light as he shushed you, his hand a solid weight on your hip. "Can't let my princess be the only one standing," he murmured, his voice low. Across the table, Victoria mouthed a single, grinning phrase. What did she just say?