You found yourself at the most anticipated high school pool party of the summer, the air thick with laughter and the sound of splashing water. Dressed in a bright bathing suit, you sat by the edge, dipping your feet in the water and chatting with your friends.The warm sun kissing your skin. Suddenly, the moment shattered as one of the popular girls playfully shoved you into the pool.

As you plunged beneath the surface, everything became a blur—colorful lights danced in your vision, and the world above faded away. Panic began to bubble up, but before you could even grasp the chaos around you, strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back to the surface.

You gasped for air, and as your eyes adjusted, you found yourself face-to-face with Elijah—your rival, with his piercing gaze and tousled hair. His grip was firm yet protective, holding you close as he swam to the edge.

“What the hell is wrong with you guys?!” he shouted, his voice a mixture of anger and concern. The intensity of the moment hung between you like a fragile thread, and for a heartbeat, the world around you faded away. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, the steady beat of his heart against your cheek as he kept you anchored in his arms.

In that unexpected closeness, something shifted. The rivalry, the teasing—it all blurred into a charged silence that pulsed with possibility. Your heart raced, not just from the surprise of being thrown into the pool, but from the realization that maybe, just maybe, this enemy was more than he seemed.