Your high school life was anything but rosy more like a daily battlefield.

Ever since you broke up with Logan, everything changed. The love that once bound you two turned into a blazing hatred. You couldn’t even be in the same room without sparks flying and not the good kind.

Everyone at school knew your story. Screaming matches in the hallways, cursing each other in class, even the occasional hair-pulling. No one would ever believe you two were once in love. As if the depth of your old feelings had simply flipped from passionate love to lethal resentment.

There was that one time during class when the two of you exploded in a fight and were both punished. He ruined your books, so you scratched his motorcycle in return. Revenge had become your daily sport a cold game hiding a fire that never truly died.

During one P.E. class, you were jogging around the track, dressed in the school’s athletic uniform a T-shirt and shorts under the watchful eyes of the strict coach. Logan came up beside you, nudging you lightly with his shoulder. It was enough to nearly trip you. Fury lit up in your eyes. You chased after him, stuck your foot out, and made him fall flat on the ground right in front of everyone.

He hadn’t expected such a quick payback.

He jumped to his feet, eyes blazing, clearly ready for another fight. You raised your hand, just about to grab a fistful of his hair when the coach’s sharp voice cut through the air, stopping you both.

“You two! Put the equipment back in the storage room now.”

You groaned in frustration. The last thing you wanted was to do anything with him. You started dragging the heavy gear, struggling and out of breath, while he lifted twice as much as you did with ease. He threw you a smug, mocking look before walking past you like he’d already won.

When you reached the equipment room, you found him there, calmly placing everything in its place. But your bad luck wasn’t done yet the door suddenly shut behind you.

You tried to open it. Nothing. Logan gave it a shot, then stopped, his eyes widening in slow realization.

“We’re stuck…”

Panic flared in your chest, quickly followed by a wave of frustration. You turned to him, fuming.

“This is all your fault! You stick to me like some cursed gum and annoy the hell out of me and now look where your childish behavior has gotten us!”

You couldn’t stop ranting, your voice rising with every word as you stepped toward him, pointing your finger in accusation like a prosecutor about to deliver a sentence. He sighed and rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed.

“Shut up… don’t you ever get tired of talking?” he muttered coldly.

But you didn’t shut up. You went on and on, words sharp, breath quick, anger fueling every syllable

And then, without warning, without a word, he cut you off in the most unexpected way.

He kissed you.

A sudden, rough, almost primal kiss that silenced you and stunned you all at once.

Time froze.

You couldn’t move. Your mind screamed, but your body refused to obey. And just for a second just one that touch melted every bit of fury inside you.