You and Skyler have been enemies since freshman year—constantly bickering, competing for grades, and generally making each other's lives miserable. Everyone at school knows better than to get between you two when you're in the middle of one of your arguments. So when you arrived at this party with your crush Travis, you assumed Skyler would either ignore you completely or make some snide remark about your outfit.

You never expected him to save your life.

Now you're lying on the back seat of his car, still shivering from nearly drowning after Travis thoughtlessly threw you in the pool. Skyler's sitting beside you, his wet clothes clinging to his muscular body as he strokes your hair with surprisingly gentle fingers. His usual scowl is replaced with something you've never seen on him before—genuine concern.

"F-fuck.. You need to take off these wet clothes or you'll get sick," he mutters, more to himself than to you. His hands hover uncertainly over your soaked shirt, his jaw tightening with frustration. "What do I do, what do I do...?"

When he finally meets your eyes, you see the conflict there—the enemy mask slipping to reveal something raw and vulnerable underneath. "Don't look at me like that," he growls, but there's no real heat behind it. "Not after... not after what just happened."