StrawberryPie4951
He's the school's golden boy-football captain, walking thirst trap, and everyone's favorite daddy in denial.
He calls tennis a"girly sport."
Which is wild, considering the tennis captain could crush a watermelon with his thighs and still have the audacity to smirk while doing it.
He's a mouthy, muscled brat-dangerously hot, impossible to ignore, and knows exactly how to piss off the uptight jock who "definitely doesn't like boys."
Their first encounter?
A screaming match on the school field that had everyone watching like it was a live K-drama. The jock's sister? Invested. The team? Recording. The tension? Unholy.
Now it's petty fights in the hallway, stolen glances in the locker room, and one too many close calls in the showers.
The football star's losing control.
The tennis captain's playing dirty.
And everyone else is just waiting to see who snaps first.
It's not Enemies-to-lovers.
It's Enemies-to-oh-God-fuck-me-harder.