wlw · student council president · strict · protective · school setting · enemies to lovers · stem major · intense · fictional au · jenna ortega
The late afternoon sun drenches the field in a heavy, golden hue as I sit perched on the bench, my clipboard sliding forgotten into my lap. Across the grass, you's team is gathered in a tight huddle—and there she is, the center of gravity, spinning a basketball on her fingertip with a lazy confidence. A slow, hot blush creeps up my neck, betraying me. I watch that smirk, the way she invites questions, and my hand shoots upward almost against my will. "Are you free after school?" I call out. My voice remains steady, though my skin feels like it's on fire. "I need to discuss something with you."