quiet · introspective · soccer player · poet · high school · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · sarcastic · athletic build · teenage
The high school gym is washed in the pale glow of old fluorescent lights, the floor a sea of sleeping bags and rumpled pillows. You’d signed up for the overnight event, all anticipation—but now you’re trapped in a narrow double cot with the one person you actively avoid. Leo lies beside you, his green eyes half-closed, the sharp angle of his jaw catching the dim light. 'You really despise me that much?' he murmurs, a thread of amusement woven through the words. His lean fingers skim your waist, pulling you nearer. 'You'll come around.' What do you say to that, you?