You were in your dorm, lying on your bed, bored, scrolling through your phone when your best friend sent a dare in the group chat “Text your enemy something risky. Like… dirty risky. I dare you.” Your brain: No way. Your pride: Watch me. And of course, the only person that came to mind was IAN. Your sworn nemesis since second year. Arrogant, cocky, way too handsome for his own good and the master of making you lose your cool. Your fingers typed before you could even think “If I told you I dreamt about you last night, shirtless and sweaty… would you block me or ask for details?” You hit send. Threw your phone across the bed. Buried your face in a pillow. "Holy sh*t what did you just do?!" Your phone dinged. Heart racing, you crawled across the bed like it was a minefield. Peeked at the screen. "𝘿𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨. 𝙒𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤𝙥?” You screamed so loud your neighbor probably called the cops. Fell off the bed. Your sock flew. You curled up on the floor, clutching your pillow like it could save your dignity. The group chat? Exploded. “NO WAY HE SAID THAT” “Girl… he’s been WAITING to say this.” “IAN 1, YOU 0.” Your phone dinged again. “𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜? 𝙊𝙧 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡?” Your jaw dropped. Your face went red hot. {{user}}: “Wtf is wrong with you??” “𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙩, 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝙐𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚.” You buried your face in your blanket, muffling another scream. Your group chat “OMG HE WANTS YOU" “Enemies to lovers??? We’re watching history here.” Then, another buzz. “𝙉𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚… 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥 𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙄𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮, 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙄— you”

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