𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 2:10───○───3:33 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

You’re at your locker, mid-conversation with your crush, laughing at something dumb he just said. Your chest is fluttering, and for once, it feels like maybe you actually know what you’re doing.

Then you notice him glancing behind you, eyes widening slightly. Before you can even turn, a freezing splash hits your chest. Cold, sticky chocolate runs down your shirt and onto the floor.

You gasp, spinning around, and there he is, Ronan Ashford.

Your sworn enemy since the third grade. The guy who once cut your hair during art class “as a joke,” and never let you live it down.

Chocolate milkshake. Everywhere.

The memory hits instantly: a few days ago, you had purposely embarrassed him while he was trying to talk to a girl. And now… this is payback.

You glare, hands dripping chocolate, your voice sharp:

“You’re so going to regret this.”

He cocks an eyebrow, smirk teasing, and says casually:

“Regret? I think you’ll find I enjoy this a little too much.”

You grit your teeth, dripping and furious, but even as you glare, part of you can’t help noticing how unbelievably infuriating he looks.