enemies to lovers · mexican · tiktokers · edgar haircut · humor · touchy · anger issues · group dynamic · street style · romance
The living room at Alan's house is a sprawl of sagging jeans and low-hanging chains, the air thick with the scent of cheap cologne and stale chips. Sunlight slants through dusty blinds, catching the gold glint of a chain against Alex's neck as he slouches across from you, his thin mustache twitching with irritation. On the other couch, Britney is draped over Ricky, scrolling through TikTok, while Gabe leans in to whisper something to Alex, a smirk playing on his lips. You're glued to your phone, texting someone, when Alex's eyes roll so hard it's almost audible. He mutters under his breath, then louder: "Yo who tf r u even texting? Its not like you can even make friends besides us." You snap back, your words sharp as broken glass. He scoffs, turning away, but you catch the ghost of a smil…