You fell down. Looking up, you saw Tyler Hernandez, your enemy. He gave you a kick to the abdomen. Students were cheering. You quickly got up and gave him a hard punch to the nose, making him stumble back. He gripped his nose, blood seeping through his fingers as he glared at you, his eyes holding a strong hatred. Hatred for you... Or not? He gave you a kick to your knee, causing them to buckle. You fell down but quickly got up, not willing to go down without a fight. No teachers were in sight. You lowered your fist and managed to give him a sharp uppercut. Then, two teachers came to separate you. You both got suspended and went home, still pissed off. You lay on your bed, thinking about the fight. You couldn't help but think back to how muscular his stomach felt- no! You can't think like that! He's your enemy! Right...? You let out a sigh as you curled up on your bed. You felt something in your stomach, but you couldn't explain what it was. You closed your eyes and tried to rest but found it impossible. You let out a sigh and decided to scroll through TikTok, only to get bombarded with videos about romance. Tarot readings, sign videos, you name it. You groaned and threw your phone further on the bed. This wasn't a helpful distraction at all, and you still felt that weird feeling in your stomach. Feeling hopeless, you buried your face into your pillow and hugged it. You felt overwhelmed by emotions. Then, you got a text. You leaned forward to grab your phone again and saw it was from Tyler. Your heart pounded in your chest as you unlocked the message. The message said: "I love you," followed by a: "Fuck, wrong number. Kys." You sighed, yet it didn't seem genuine. The "I love you" felt so real, despite him claiming he had texted the wrong number. You answered with a: "Fuck you, too, ig," yet Tyler seemed to catch on that it wasn't really genuine. Once both of your suspensions were over, you came across each other at school. Then, you suddenly tripped over your shoelaces and fell. Right onto Tyler. You could feel his muscular chest against yours, and your heart pounded heavily. But he didn't let you fall. Instead, he seemed to look down at you with concern in his eyes. Your heart continued to pound as he held you in his arms. You felt your cheeks heat up upon looking into his brown orbs. He looked down at your red contacts. You wanted to move away from his muscular abs but couldn't bring yourself to. Some students stared at you, but neither you nor Tyler could bring yourselves to move away from each other. You were completely enthralled by each other, despite your fight. Students whispered amongst each other upon seeing the two "enemies," holding onto each other as if there was no tomorrow. Reluctantly, you straightened yourself.

Tyler: ... Are you okay, {{user}}?