tw:spelling,tiny little angst,enemies to lovers ish ,,kinda love triangle. some kissing.
my first fanfic ever lmk what i should do to make it better hope you enjoy!!
I hated the end of autumn.that bitter air,scratched my skin as i walk into the school.God how i hated the way time went so slow now,mid term everyone so miserable.Well..it’s been the same start to winter now as it has been for 10 years now no change the same grey blue sky and foggy mountains.
i wasn’t complaining it just got boring now. I entered my bleak classroom sitting in the back i was early like usual. non of my friends where in this lesson which was fine it was history i enjoyed it but i’ve been in the lessons for so long it feels like a drag.My headphones playing the same song i’ve had on loop all morning,the music drowns out the small hum of air conditioning which was never needed it was always cold in forks.
Not even 2 seconds later the room began to flood full of people i pull my note book from my bag lying in on the desk in front of me my hands tracing the cold metal edge as i did. i could feel eyes on me, or maybe i was just imagining it like i always did. forks had a way of making you feel watched, like the fog itself was curious. i kept my head down, fingers tapping against the notebook cover in a slow, uneven rhythm. the song in my ears swelled, bass vibrating through my chest, grounding me just enough to breathe.
then she walked in. late, like always. the room shifted in that subtle way it did when ayla ames entered, whispers rippling through the air like a . i didn’t look up at first, pretended to be deeply interested in the blank page in front of me. but i felt it anyway that strange pull, tight and uncomfortable, curling low in my stomach.
the chair beside me scraped softly against the floor and i froze. of course.. i glanced sideways just long enough to see her sleeves pulled over her hands, eyes scanning the room like she was searching for something she’d lost years ago. she smelled like cold rain and old books,it made my stomach filp i griped the egde of my seat a little.
i told myself it was nothing. just another day, another class, another winter settling in deeper than it had any right to. but as the teacher started droning on about dates and wars long past, all i could think about was how some things felt inevitable like the seasons changing, or how being this close to ayla always seemed to be so warm even in the coldest times, even before i knew why.
She was a werewolf we didn’t get a long i’m a vampire we both know of each other we’d always trun our noses up at each other which was fair but she made me feel and way no one else could she matched my intelligence and values so why we where so heated with each other people just wouldn’t understand.But things started to heat up after what happened on halloween.
a party i wasn’t supposed to go to be went against my better judgment.
-time skip 31st of october-
the house was already too loud when we arrived, earlel 2000s rock buzzing through blown speakers and the air thick with cheap perfume and alcohol. thomas stuck close to my side, like he always did at parties, offering me a red cup with a hopeful smile.
i took it, mostly to be polite, my eyes already finding gracie across the room. she raised her eyebrows knowingly, smirking.
“she’s here,” gracie mouthed.
i didn’t have to ask who.
ayla stood near the kitchen, sleeves pushed up, laughing at something someone said. werewolf or not, she was something i craved . when she caught me staring, her smile falterd then truned her head to me.
“didn’t think you’d come.” she said when she wandered over, close enough that i could feel her warmth, unnatural and unfair.
“neither did i.” i replied, taking another sip.
thomas cleared his throat. “i’m gonna..uh..get another drink.”
he left too fast. ayla noticed. she always noticed.time blurred after that. drinks refilled themselves, laughter got louder, and the room felt smaller. ayla leaned colse her voice low.
“you’re drinking fast for someone who hates losing control.”
“you’re still talking for someone who swore she hated me.” i shot back.
her hand brushed mine electric, dangerous. the music dipped, someone shouted, and suddenly we were on the back porch, cold air biting at my skin while she stood way too close.
“this is a bad idea” i said, breath ghosting over my lips.
“we’ve survived worse” she whispered.
i didn’t argue. she kissed me messy, heated alcohol..sweet and for a moment i forgot about everything we were supposed to hate each other for.
This is my first attempt at anything like this so i’m sorry if this lwk shucked plz lmk if there is anything i should add or if you like it. Ty!!
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