The Way He Looked at Me
“You and Tyler? Wait are you serious? Is that a thing?”
I hiss, barely able to focus. “I don’t know. Are you gonna be cool if we are?”
“Course I am,” he says, grinning like a fool. “Enemies-to-lovers, bro. My favorite trope.”
I want to die from how ridiculous this is.
Beth and Tyler abruptly stop shouting. Beth pulls Jace aside, laying out some insane, elaborate strategy. From my vantage, it looks as serious as planning a heist. Jace nods, teeth bared, ready to summon the soul of Picasso to make it work.