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deena.

Enemies to lovers.
nick goodes child again because then it's fun

you and deena have just always seemed to hate each other.
but deep down you both knew you loved one another.
so when a fist fight turns into the first moved, nobody in the hallway would have guessed. the enemies were truly head over heels.

Heather and Ryan  are your best friends in this begsuse I said

As Heather, Ryan and I walk into the usual same old hallway of our horrific high-school, we walk to Heather's locker, which is cramped full of my stuff because I don't want a locker, I need one, doesn't mean I want one.

As we arrive at her locker she unlocks it, with her favourite number combination.
2222.
anyone can guess that, literally anyone. but she doesn't care.

from the corner of my eye I see deena, butterflies fill my stomach. out of rage right? right.

"can you get any closer?" she asks me angrily.

"awe I'm sorry I forgot you own this locker too." I say, turning to face her.
as she comes closer to me, the butterflies get worse but I shake them off.

"actually, can you get any closer?" I then ask sarcastically before looking her up and down.

her outfits actually really pretty.

woah wait.
what the fuck.
she's my sworn enemy.

"yeah I can. wanna see?" deena asks confidently, moving an inch closer.

Heather tries to grab my arm to pull me away but I shake my arm off her.

"go ahead. be my guest." I whisper cockily before winking at her.

"you fucking creep!" deena yells, shoving me.

rage fills my body, as I shove her back into a crowd of people.

"that's fucking it!" I yell rolling my sleeves up, as she walks closer balling her fists.

As deena throws a punch heading towards my face, I brace my arms up at my face, before lowering one of my hands and punching her in the stomach.

When she doubles over due to the pain, I grab her chin and make her look at me..

"who's the tough guy now?" I ask her before winking yet again.

her face flashes a deep red before she jumps on top of me making both of us crash to the ground.

As both of her arms are at either side of my head, her knees are at either side of my waist we both look at each other.

that look is the look that made me realise.

my sworn enemy is the love of my life.

"fuck it." deena whispers quietly before leaning down and kissing me.

I kiss back before a teacher comes and pulls deena off of me.

"you two, my office. now!" our principle yells.

"could you speak any fucking louder?" I ask him whilst standing up and walking awkwardly next to deena.

"you're not a bad fighter." she mumbles to me.

"you're not a bad kisser." I whisper to her.

As her full face turns red I laugh slightly, before putting my head down and following the principle.

"fighting on school grounds? I thought better of you two. especially you y/n." the principle says sternly, looking between deena and I.

"everyone knows I'm a goode, can you drop it?" I ask angrily.

"and it wasn't even a fight. we were just playing." deena butts it.

"that's not what everyone else would say." the principle argues.

"I mean if you asked anyone else they'd say we were kissing." I say looking at deena and laughing.

deena smiles and slaps my hand.

"y/n, were gonna have to call your dad in." principle malcom threats.

"for play fighting?" I ask confused.

"you still got physical!" Mr malcom yells.

"this is bullshit." I yell back, before standing up and leaving.

I didn't even need to get of school grounds before my dad pulled up and hauled me into his car.

"what happened, are you okay?" my dad quizzes.

I explain the full situation.
the full situation.
kissing and everything.

"isn't that deena there?" my dad asks pointing at a figure walking towards our car.

"uh yeah, can she come over?" I ask.

my dad nods and I motion for deena to come in the car.

As she climbs in, she looks panicked.

"am I about to get put in jail or...?" she jokes.

"no!" my dad exclaims laughing.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over."i say quickly.

deena smiles and nods before my dad drives us home.

"I'll be back from my shift at five." my dad says before driving off.

As deena and I walk to my room, we sort everything out and become official.