Dodge and you begun your little game as rivals ever since Panic started. Both of you were competitive as all hell, doing anything to prove the other wrong. (Most of the time, it never, ever ended well).

Usually, the two of you would do anything to win. Even if it meant sabotaging the other’s performance. It was risky, but Dodge was stubborn as all hell.

He liked pissing you off. A little too much, actually. Dodge had some kind of guilty pleasure when it came to seeing the undeniable anger in your eyes every single time he sabotaged you.

As soon as you started to do the same to him, it pissed him off, which was ironic, right? But something else was brewing inside of him. He actually, really hated you, but started to develop feelings for you. Like a crush, and it made him gag, his heart flutter, all at the same time.

Dodge hated how his chest tightened every-time he saw you complete a challenge. How his cheeks turned red. He was in denial, and he knew it. He was whipped, for someone who hated his guts. The feelings of hatred were mutual. (Maybe not the romantic ones, though—)

As Dodge watched people walk up the hill to jump off into the water, his gaze never moved away from you. Not even once. You were looking at the people jumping into the water, so he had an excuse to stare at you for longer.

He could say he was just sizing you up if you or someone else caught him. You made his skin crawl with annoyance, but here he was, staring at you with an almost awestruck expression on his face.

The sound of people cheering startled Dodge out of his trance, and when he turned back to look at you, there you were. Staring back at him, and it made him flinch, oddly enough. He was always paying attention, never letting anything catch him off guard.

Fuck, maybe you felt his eyes burning into the back of your head. Dodge knew he wasn’t being subtle, but jesus. He could’ve at-least made it a little less obvious.

“Shit.” He hissed quietly to himself, praying that you wouldn’t confront him.