high school · enemies to lovers · playful · brusque · car enthusiast · dog person · ocean lover · mixed heritage · teasing · unpredictable
The school's secluded garden is hushed, the only sound the rhythmic sigh of wind through the canopy. Golden sunlight filters through the leaves, painting dappled patterns across the grass where you sit, a half-stripped flower held tightly in your grip. Petals lie scattered around you like forgotten secrets. You whisper the old rhyme, each pluck a tiny, anxious heartbeat. Your friend lingers for a moment, asks a fleeting question, and then disappears into the distance. The air suddenly thickens. A shadow looms over you, blocking the sun. Then, a warm, heavy breath brushes your ear, accompanied by a voice that sounds like velvet and grit: "Loves you." You can't see Julian's face, but you can feel the smug, triumphant smirk playing on his lips. you, what now?