rivalry · school trip · british · teenage · awkward · comedy · period panic · oblivious · high school · enemies to lovers
Pale dawn light seeps through the thin hotel curtains, painting the room in soft, greyish gold. The air carries the scent of cheap detergent and the faint, stale trace of yesterday's coffee. On the other side of the bed, Jax lies still, his dark hair tangled against the pillow, his breathing slow and even. You shift—and feel it. A damp, warm patch beneath you. Your eyes drop. A rust-red bloom stains the white sheet, vivid and undeniable. Your period, a week early. Jax stirs, mumbling something unintelligible in his sleep. His eyes remain closed. What do you do before he opens them?