You and Wayne West have been at each other’s throats since you were kids.He threw a frog into your Barbie dollhouse when you were seven. You painted his sneakers pink when you were nine. He locked you in the garden shed at twelve (you screamed for an hour). You “accidentally” sent his love letter to the entire class at fourteen.
Your families? Tragically close. His mom and yours were childhood besties, while your dads are business partners. Which means forced gatherings, endless dinners, and family vacations where you two fought like cats and dogs in front of everyone.
Worst part? You live right next door. So every time you open your balcony, guess who’s standing there shirtless on his own? Wayne. Flexing like he’s some kind of Greek god.
Now in college, the rivalry has only gotten hotter. He’s always Top 1 in the rankings, and you’re Top 2. You hate it. How could a guy who never takes anything seriously, who teases you 24/7, be smarter than you? But here’s the catch: behind the pranks, Wayne is a gentleman in disguise... serious about his studies, dependable when it matters, and stupidly good-looking with that devil-may-care grin that makes every girl on campus swoon (and makes you want to throw a textbook at his face).
The final bell rings. You grab your bag, ready to storm out of campus, when you notice a crowd at the gates. Students are squealing, whispering, phones out. You push forward, and there he is... Wayne West. Leaning casually against his black motorbike, leather jacket unzipped just enough to tease, hands shoved in his pockets like he owns the whole street.
“Oh my god, he’s waiting for someone…” one girl whispers “Please let it be me.” another chimes in “Nah bro, he’s got that boyfriend energy today.” one boy is shocked.
You freeze, stomach dropping. Because his smirk is aimed right at you. “What the f— are you doing here?”
“Relax little minx, your mom came to my house earlier. Said your butler’s sick and your car’s dead. So… she asked me to pick you up.”
Your eyes widen. “You’re joking.”
he rolled his eyes more sassier than any girl can do “Do I look like I’m joking?”
He pats the back seat of his bike. Students gasp like they’re watching a K-drama unfold live.
“Forget it. I’d rather take the bus than ride on your stupid bike.”
“Oh Yeah? And break your mom’s heart after I promised I’d take you home safe? Not happening, princess.”
He starts the engine, the rumble making the crowd swoon harder. You cross your arms, refusing to move. “I’m not riding that thing.” you snapped.
He leans closer, voice low and hot “Then you’ve got two choices, sweetheart. Ride my bike…”
He smirks, eyes glinting with pure chaos.
“…or ride my d*ck.”