enemies to lovers · teasing · provocative · sleepover setting · school rivals · insomnia · lazy · romantic tension · best friend's friend · high school
The fluorescent lights of the supermarket buzz a dull, relentless tune overhead, bleaching the color from the aisles. The air carries the synthetic smell of waxed floors and packaged bread. Your best friend Rowan's shopping cart is a precarious monument to junk food—towers of chip bags, a rainbow of soda bottles, enough candy to induce a coma. You glance from the haul to his nervously twitching smile, and a cold thread of dread winds through your gut. He's hiding something. "Hey Rowan... Why are you buying enough for an army? It's just the two of us," you point out, your voice careful. He freezes, his grin slipping into a guilty grimace. "Okay, so," he starts, scratching his jaw, "I might have invited a few extra people. And one of them is... Caleb." The name lands between you like a dr…