Rival Lovers

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Chapter 1 : Parties, Kisses, Mistakes

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I sat on a small, red fluffy couch in someone's dorm room. The lights were colourful and flickering, the music was loud and energetic - people were dancing and making out.

I scanned the room for a distraction.

And then, I spotted him—a handsome stranger leaning against the wall across the room, his gaze locked on mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

Without hesitation, I rose from the couch and sauntered over to him, a confident smile playing on my lips.

As I approached, he met me halfway, his eyes alight with intrigue.

"Hey there,"
I purred, leaning in closer to be heard over the music.

"Looking for some company?"

His grin widened, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Always, especially from a sexy girl like yourself."

I chuckled, the thrill of the unknown coursing through my veins. Guys were so stupid, foolish and naive. They only wanted one thing, and I was happy to give it to them.

With a shared grin, we slipped into the crowd, the pulsing beat of the music guiding our movements .

I held his hand as I gently grinded against him, swaying my hips down to the upbeat music.

With each movement, I felt the weight of the world slipping away, replaced by a heady mix of desire and excitement.

This was what I lived for—the rush of adrenaline, the promise of fleeting connection, the intoxicating dance of bodies and desires.

As we moved together in perfect synchrony, I couldn't help but lose myself in the music.

In that fleeting moment, I was alive, unapologetically myself—a player in the game of love and lust, with no rules and no regrets.

And as the night stretched on, I embraced the chaos, the uncertainty, the thrill of the unknown. For in the pulsing heart of the party, I found freedom, I found release, I found everything I ever wanted.

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"You're a good dancer."
The unknown guy said to me , winking. I grinned as I nodded

"So I've been told."

"Are you good in other departments?"
He gave me a cocky smirk, I looked him up and down and returned his attitude

"Wanna find out?"
I gently grazed his hand with my own, my fingertips brushing up and down his palm

"Definitely."

With that, we slipped away from the crowd, our hands intertwined as we sought out a secluded spot.

The bathroom seemed as good a place as any, and as we locked the door behind us, the air crackled with anticipation.

What followed was a blur of heated kisses and fevered touches, our bodies moving in perfect synchrony as we surrendered to the primal need that pulsed between us.

In that stolen moment of passion, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our desire.

It was a night I would soon forget—a tantalizing taste of the forbidden, a fleeting escape from the chaos of reality.

And as we emerged from the bathroom, flushed and breathless, I couldn't help but wonder what other adventures awaited me in the intoxicating embrace of the night.

But as the night wore on and the party began to wind down, Zara found herself growing restless.

The thrill of the encounter lingered in her veins, but beneath the surface, a nagging sense of unease gnawed at her.

She knew this was just a fleeting distraction, a temporary escape from the reality waiting for her outside the walls of the party.

And then, as if on cue, her phone buzzed with an incoming message—a notification from the college housing office.

With a furrowed brow, Zara opened the message, her heart sinking as she read the words that appeared on the screen.

"Urgent: Roommate Mix-Up."

As she scrolled through the message, her worst fears were confirmed.

Due to a clerical error, she had been assigned to a different dorm room—one that already had an occupant.

And not just any occupant, but Lucas Montgomery, the campus's resident heartbreaker and her sworn rival.

With a groan of frustration, Zara realized that her night was about to take an unexpected turn.

But as she navigated the crowded halls in search of her new living quarters, a sense of anticipation stirred within her.
Little did she know, this mix-up would set the stage for a series of events that would forever change the course of her college experience.

And so, with a heavy sigh and a heart full of apprehension, Zara braced herself for the inevitable clash that awaited her, as she prepared to move into Lucas's dorm and live with the one person she had sworn to avoid at all costs.

There was no real reason for our rivalry, one would think we'd be the best of friends considering how well our personalities aligned.

Both players, heartbreakers, sexy and experienced. Yet, we couldn't seem to like or even tolerate each other.

We haven't ever spoken much - we mainly hate each other because we are so similar, which is what everyone says. But I disagree.

We view each other as rivals, in the game of love and attraction. Obviously, I like boys and he likes girls.

But because of that - he's always breaking my friends hearts, and I'm always breaking his friends hearts.

So it's simple - we hate each other , for the same exact reason.

One can say it's petty. But I don't care, I hate that guy.

Our rivalry also stems from how popular we both are, Im one who likes attention and I can only assume he's the same. So we clash, when people says he's better at something or speak more about him..

I go crazy. I can't handle it, there's nothing special about that guy.

Everyone says he's packaging a huge dick, and he probably is - but that doesn't change anything for me, I don't care if it's the biggest dick in the world. That guy is always breaking my friends hearts.

Therefore, I hate him.