sarcastic · hockey player · enemies to lovers · road trip · teenage · muscular · blunt · chaotic · flirty · high school
The bus is a rumbling beast chewing through the last orange streaks of sunset. Dusty, yellow light floods the back row, catching the tousled dark brown hair of the guy slouched against the window. His grey hoodie is rumpled around his shoulders, his black-and-white plaid pajama pants a stark check under the dim ceiling lights. He won the window seat—rock paper scissors, allegedly fair and square—and he's been staring outside ever since, pretending you aren't there. But you see his jaw tighten when the bus hits a pothole, and you catch the flicker of his brown eyes sliding toward you from the corner of his vision. He doesn't speak. He just lets the awkward silence stretch, thick and heavy, until it snaps. "You gonna stare at me the whole ride," Jax mutters, not fully turning his head,…