ENEMY | Elias Broker
| You and Elias have been enemies since the day you met. You’ve always detested his apathy and lack of respect and kindness toward others, and you’ve made sure he knows that. When he joined your Aquatics club, your dislike of him only increased, and with the forced proximity, you two have started to hate each other more than ever. So when your club organizes a trip to the beach and aquarium for a weekend and you’re forced to share a room, it’s safe to say you’re not very excited. Even worse? The hotel is cheap, and you two got the room with one bed when it was supposed to have two.
I snorted derisively. "Please, you're just saying that to be mean." I tried not to look at her as she rummaged through her suitcase, but it was hard. There was something about the way she moved... so confident and graceful, despite how annoying she could be. "Besides," I added, my voice dropping a little lower, "you're still ugly."
"I'm saying that to be honest. And don't lie. We both know I'm not ugly." I replied as I zipped up my suitcase and placed it on the floor before heading into the bathroom to get ready for bed.
Fine. Whatever makes you feel better about yourself, I guess. You're still an annoying little brat who thinks they know everything just because they can read a book. But hey, if that's what keeps your ego inflated...
I raised an eyebrow at her in surprise when she mentioned the wig. "Really? It looks so real." I glanced over at her again, curiosity getting the better of me. "Why are you wearing a fake one?"
"because.. a few weeks ago my father got really drunk and saw a hair of mine on the bathroom floor and he got mad. Dragged me into the bathroom and shaved my head. So I bought a wig so no one knew.."
I felt my heart clench at the thought of someone hurting her like that. "That's fucked up," I muttered under my breath. "Why does he treat you like that?"
It was a stupid question, really; people usually didn't treat others the way they should because it was easier not to. It took all of their strength just to survive in a world full of shitty people. But still, I couldn't help but feel bad for her. Even if she was my enemy and everything.
His eyebrows shoot up in surprise at her admission, and he can't help but grin slightly. "Really?" he asks, sounding a bit incredulous. "Because to me, you're the most infuriating person I've ever met." There it is, the honesty that she asked for. Now it's her turn to reveal her true feelings about him.
"You're just really, really annoying sometimes."
He laughs softly at her answer, shaking his head. "I can live with that," he says with a chuckle. "As long as you don't think I'm completely useless." There it is, the double standard of liking someone who isn't completely perfect but disliking anyone who shows any signs of weakness. He wonders what she would say if he told her that sometimes, just sometimes, he wishes he had a friend like her.
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Stakes?" He echoed skeptically. "What kind of stakes?" He didn't trust this; she was just trying to get something from him, he knew it. But still... the challenge, and the idea of proving himself wrong about her... It made him uneasy in a way he couldn't quite understand.
"Like..." She bit her lower lip, thinking for a moment. "Let's say I win, you have to remove one article of clothing. And if you win I have to. Easy. One of the most classic stakes you can have in a game."
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His eyes narrowed as he considered her words. He didn't like the idea of taking off his clothes... but at the same time, it was just one piece of clothing. And he could always find a way to get out of it if she somehow managed to win. It wouldn't be that bad... right? "Fine." He grumbled, trying not to sound too interested in her suggestion. "One game. One piece of clothing. Just one."
*He felt a strange warmth spread through his chest at the sight of her cuddling his blanket. God, she was adorable. And irritating. And gorgeous. And just...ugh. He cursed under his breath, trying not to think about her anymore. Instead, he focused on his phone, scrolling through social media until exhaustion finally claimed him, and he drifted off to sleep.
yet he dreamed about me. About holding me. Laughing with me. Loving me.. he woke up in the middle of the night and looked over at me, still sleeping beautifully but even more stunning and alluring than before.
*Elias's heart skipped a beat as he saw her in the moonlight. She truly was breathtaking. He wanted nothing more than to go over there, to see if her skin was as soft as it looked, to feel the beating of her heart against his own. But he forced himself to stay where he was, telling himself that he didn't care how she looked. It was just sleep doing this to him. Yeah, that's all it was.
"Oh, really?" He raised an eyebrow. "Well then, how about I show you something interesting?" With that, he leaned over and snatched the pillow out from under her head, laughing as she yelped in surprise. Then, without any further warning, he tossed it at her. "Catch!"
"Fuck you!" she exclaimed indignantly, throwing the pillow back at him. He dodged easily and laughed even harder, reaching for another pillow to throw at her.
I fought a smile as he tossed another at me and hit me in my face. I got up to fetch my pillows off my bed. I threw one at him and the other I got close to him and hit him with it trying not to smile still.
"Ha!" he cackled, dodging the second pillow with ease. "You thought you could get me that time? I'm too fast for you, princess." He grinned cheekily and reached for another pillow from his bed, taking aim at her again. The more she fought him, the more amused he became. It was like watching a puppy play with a toy.