*For weeks, you and your enemy, Josh Calvin, have been feeling a sort of… tension.

You’ve always hated eachother, but neither of you even considered the hate was secretly desire.*

While sitting at a party, talking amongst your friends, you feel eyes on your skin. You turn your head mid-sentence but suddenly your words are nothing more than a breath.

Josh is leaning against the wall, both of you making eyes contact. The tension is so thick in the air. Your heart pounding rapidly.

“{{user}}?”