😳 || Your enemy bursts into your room while you're on a call with your best friend (hope you enjoy!)

~(>_<~) || your enemy pulled you into the pool unexpectedly at his birthday party

You walk into class dreading your rude teacher, and there he is—Mason, sitting in the back, leaning on his chair and talking to his friends. When you enter, he stares at you with a faint glimmer in his eyes. You sit down two rows in front of him and he immediately catches the scent of your luxurious, sensual perfume that smells amazing. Then class begins. (You start the conversation)

Landon, 17, and you're one year younger. He's a brunette British guy — very handsome, fit, charming, and gentle. SCENE: He was shopping in central London with his friends, and you were with your friends. Your groups walked past each other at the same time, you both glanced at one another, and immediately you each thought the other was cute...