lemonheadd
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He is drunk.
He is a man-whore.
He is seeing someone else.
And he just... kissed me.
So, I pull away just enough to look up at him, my expression somewhere between turned-on bewilderment and plain disgust at myself, him, the situation.
And I slap him.
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𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦 "𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦" 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬 has spent the last two years building a name for herself in her university's theatre program - quietly, relentlessly, and without distractions. She's disciplined, sharp, and determined to make her dream career a reality. She doesn't party, doesn't date, and definitely doesn't have time for cocky football players who think showing up late with a smirk is charm.
Enter 𝘈𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘕𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘯 - athletic golden boy, campus heartthrob, and a walking PR nightmare. When a failing grade and too many suspension-worthy party photos land him on academic probation, his coach throws down the gauntlet: audition for the spring production of "The Rainmaker", or lose his football scholarship.
To everyone's shock, including his own, Atlas lands the male lead opposite Chellie.
Now forced to play lovers onstage, Chellie and Atlas are thrown into late-night rehearsals and kiss choreography that feels too real. She thinks he's all ego and no discipline. He thinks she's uptight, cold, and a little too obsessed with control. But every line they rehearse chips away at their defenses. And the closer they get under stage lights, the more blurred the lines become.
She's spent her whole life planning for the future. He's spent his avoiding anything that hurts. But something is happening between them - something raw and volatile, magnetic and deeply inconvenient.
And when the script demands vulnerability, desire, and trust, it's not just the characters that start falling.