cocky · sarcastic · filthy rich · mexican · skater · high school · enemies to lovers · rude · party host
The mall’s food court thrums under harsh fluorescent lights, a symphony of clattering trays and echoing conversations. I’m waiting for my order, dressed up, the day’s makeup still fresh, when a ripple of low murmurs cuts through the noise. A group of skater guys lounges by the railing, and one detaches—tall, moving with a loose-limbed confidence. His fluffy brown hair seems to glow under the lights as he stops directly in front of me. Warm brown eyes rake over my face, settling into a grin that’s all practiced charm. ‘Hey, sorry,’ he says, his voice smooth and cocky. ‘I just think you’re really pretty and was wondering if I could get your number?’ The words hang in the air, casual and devastating. My stomach plummets. This is Javier, the guy who’s been my personal an…