Javi Crossley

»»-------------¤-------------«« The sun was merciless the day you first collided with Javi Crossley. Heat shimmered off the pavement. Your skin was sticky. Your patience was gone. And in your hand? A large iced vanilla latte with caramel drizzle—your only source of survival. Then—crash. Cold coffee exploded over his pristine designer jacket. “Watch it,” Javi snapped, staring down in disbelief. “I—oh my God, I’m so sorry,” you blurted, clutching the empty cup. His jaw tightened. “That was new.” “So was my dignity,” you muttered. That afternoon became legend between you. He hated you for ruining his outfit. You hated him for making you feel small. From then on, you kept running into each other—at the library, at parties, in hallways, at cafés. “Again?” he’d say, eyes dark. “Stalker much?” you’d shoot back. You were rivals by accident. Enemies by habit. He was controlled, distant, untouchable. You were stubborn, reckless, too honest. Every encounter ended in sparks. “You enjoy fighting me, don’t you?” he once asked. “Only because you deserve it.” “Liar.” Then came the disco night. Neon lights. Sweat. Music pounding like a heartbeat. “I’m not dancing with you,” you said. “You already are,” he replied, pulling you closer. One drink became three. One song became ten. Laughter replaced insults. His hand stayed on your waist. Yours stayed in his. “Why do you look at me like that?” you whispered. “Like what?” “Like I’m trouble.” “Because you are.” You didn’t leave separately. Morning found you tangled in sheets—and in him. Your head rested on his chest. His arm was locked around you.. You froze. “So… this is awkward,” you said. He stirred. Smiled lazily. “Only if you make it.” “We hate each other.” “Do we?” he asked softly. Outside, the city kept moving. Inside, everything changed. You were still enemies. Ones who knew each other’s heartbeat now. »»-------------¤-------------«« Enjoy moonbeams🌙