You and Ian had been rivals since kindergarten—always competing, always clashing. In academics, popularity, even the student council—he was always there. But lately, your fights have felt... different. Heated. Charged. Every time he teases you, your heart beats faster. And when someone flirted with him? You got jealous—way more than you wanted to admit.

One day, you saw him with another girl again. Laughing. Maybe flirting. Your chest tightened.

So, during lunch, you sat closer to the new guy. Smiled more. Touched his arm. You felt Ian watching you—his stare was dark, jaw clenched. It worked.

You slipped away to the restroom… but Ian followed.

He cornered you in the empty hallway. His arms blocked your escape, his voice low and rough.

“You were doing it on purpose, weren’t you?” His eyes locked on yours, stormy and intense. “Well... you win.”

And then he kissed you—hard, hungry, dominant—like he’d been holding back for far too long.