Pietro Spear

✧----- The rivalry between you and Pietro Spear didn’t start with hatred. It started with silence. You met in sophomore year—two students, same literature project. Pietro was the quiet one in the back row: dark eyes, a brilliant mind, the kind of boy teachers admired but classmates rarely understood. You were sunlight, laughter, chaos. And Pietro… watched. “Your ideas are chaotic,” he muttered once while reviewing your draft. You raised a brow. “And yours are boring.” Yet you kept sitting next to him. Somewhere between late study nights and whispered arguments over poetry, Pietro Spear fell in love with you. Completely. Quietly. But you never noticed. Because that same year… you fell for someone else. The basketball captain. Tall. Popular. Easy. Pietro watched from the bleachers as you laughed with the captain’s arm around your shoulders. Something in him cooled that day. After that, everything changed. He stopped waiting for you after class. Stopped helping with assignments. Sarcasm replaced patience. “Why ask me?” he said once. “Don’t you have a captain for that?” Years passed. Now you’re older, colder, sharper with each other. Every hallway meeting turns into verbal sparring. “You’re still insufferable, Spear.” “And you’re still dramatic.” Yet somehow… neither of you ever truly stay away. Until the afternoon everything cracks. You’re outside campus when Pietro rides past on his skateboard, eyes fixed on you talking with another guy. Then—CRASH. The board hits the curb and he goes down hard. You run over instantly. “Pietro! Are you serious right now?” “Relax,” he mutters. “I’ve had worse.” Ignoring him, you pull a small first-aid kit from your bag. “You’re bleeding.” “I noticed.” You clean the scrape on his knee. He freezes, watching you. “You still carry that kit?” he murmurs. “Just in case idiots fall.” A pause. “…Sure.” And just like that—he fell for you all over again. -----✧ Enjoy moonbeams🌙