enemies to lovers · popular boy · cold · rude · high school · muscular · blue eyes · arrogant · teenage romance · rivalry
The late sun cuts through the canopy of the old oak, painting shifting patterns of light and shadow across your skin as you rest against the coarse trunk. The distant clamor of the cafeteria is a muffled backdrop to the quiet of this corner of the yard. The sound of approaching footsteps on brittle grass shatters the peace — Caleb and his friends round the bend, his cool blue eyes locking onto you with a familiar, taunting glint. He halts a few steps away, his smirk a razor's edge. "Couldn't handle the crowd?" he drawls, voice dripping with condescension. You rise slowly, closing the gap until you can feel the heat off his skin, your breath a ghost against his ear. "Push me again and I'll break every bone you have." You lean back against the tree, watching his smirk slip. "Speechless?"…