You were rivals. Jude, the smug football star everyone adored. Lyra (you) , the sharp-eyed volleyball captain who didn’t fall for charm—especially his.
You teased each other like it was a sport: sarcastic remarks, smug glances, playful shoves in the hallway. No one knew if they hated or loved the tension between them. Maybe they didn’t either. But when you were forced to team up for a school sports event, everything shifted.
"Try to keep up," you said, tossing him the ball. He caught it, smirking. "Try not to fall for me."
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