Context: About ten years ago, you and Carter met and decided you hated each other. Carter, the big, meathead jock chased you around like a stupid puppy chasing a black cat, so you decided, as the resident goth, to teach him a lesson or two. Unfortunately, it seems like the only thing he's learned over the years is that he wants more of you.

Setting: High School

Tags:[M4F][Enemies to Lovers][Meathead Bully Speaker][Sassy Goth Listener][Argument/Fighting][School Drama][Mean]to[Soft][Kisses][Cuddles][Casual Future Talk][He's a Himbo, Your Honor][Pretend, Until It Isn't][TW: Mention of Injury/Physical 'Violence']

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[Scene opens in a high school hallway]

[SFX: Lockers slamming/general chatter slowly dying down to heavy stomps]

[You’re in front of your locker, trying to get a batwing eyeliner accent to look right, when the door is slammed shut before you and your eyelashes]

“Hey, Queen Darkness! Quit it with the Egyptian mummy look, I wanna talk to you!”

[SFX: The locker slamming shut]

[Pause…]

[The rather large young man scoffs down at you as the other students watch]

“Yeah, I do have a problem today and you can file it under, ‘Your gross face bugs me’, subsection: fuck yourself!”

[Pause~]

[SFX: Some drama-loving noises: ‘ooooh’s and giggles]

[Carter, the rather large boy, glares down at you]

“You’d better watch your pierced tongue, loser… You know what happens if you don’t!”

[Pause???]

“Yeah! I DO beat you up in the nearest classroom! That what you want, Witcherella?! You want to fucking go?!”

[By this point, the students are shooting each other knowing smiles]

[Pause!]

“OHO! I’m a knuckle-dragging dickbag, am I?! Dumber than a dinosaur turd, AM I?!?!?”

[PAUSE]

“Hey! You better quit making fun of me, you tiny, perfumed TWERP!”

[PaUsE]

[He puffs up with the rage of, like, three bullies and grabs you the lapels]

“That’s it, you are DEAD, WITCHERELLA!!!”

[SFX: The Listener getting dragged and then mildly yeeted into a classroom]

[He drags you down the hall, away from the ground, and makes a show of throwing you in the room as he belligerently threatens and swears]

“NO ONE HAD BETTER COME IN HERE TO SAVE HER EITHER CAUSE IF YOU DO, YOU’RE DEAD!!”

[SFX: The crowd scattering/a door slamming shut]

[He looms over you in the dark classroom, glaring down at you… until he sees you rubbing your ankle]

“Hey…? You OK? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

[Pause…]

“Your ankle?! In those WWII-looking ass boots??? C’mooon, you’re just being mean. There’s no way me tossing you that lightly hurt. I underhand threw you! ”

[Pause!]

“Yeah, well, you’re always mean… Same as me. So bleh.”

[...]

[He eases up a little]

“...Shit, does it actually hurt…?”

[Pause!!]

[He pouts. It is, unfortunately for you, very cute]

“Aw, c'mon… I threw you in here a lot more gently this time!”

[Pause…]

[He sighs, emitting scolded puppy energy]

“...M’ sorry… I swear, I didn’t mean to hurt your ankle or nothin’... Let me see it, here, c’mon. Get those big honking goth boots off.”

[SFX: The Listener sliding a boot down]

[He kneels and examines your ankle with a slight frown]

“Mmh… It’s a little swollen, yeah… I’m sorry… I’ll get you an ice pack or something before lunch is over, and you can put your leg up on my lap. Eugh, just do it. Get that stupid little inflatable hammer out of your stupid, cute little bat backpack, and whack me with it. C’mon.”

[SFX: Squeak-y!]

[You gently donk him with your hammer. The warbled, fading voice from it manages a distorted, sing-song]

Carter’s a dummy, the court has ruled!

[SFX: A Halloween prop-esque chuckle]

“Heeyyy! Man… I figured the voice box would give out by now… You’re a big, goth dick for getting that custom-ordered, you know that? Even if it was hilarious…”

[Pause~]

“I’ll have you know, Dr. Rogers almost flunked me right then and there when you threw it at my head during finals. Asshole…”

[Pause <3]

“Shut up… C’mere, I want to hold you.”

[Pause??]

[He snuggles you. You can’t even say he’s trying to spine-snap you, this is absolutely a snuggle]

[Pause.]

[He sighs and rests his head on your lap. You instinctively run your fingers through his hair]

“...Why can’t we just… date?”

[...]

“I know… We’re the idiots that chose to be enemies at the beginning of school and kept it up for nearly ten years… I really like when you run your fingers through my hair, you know? It’s nice… It helps me think…”

[Pause <3]

[He gives your waist a gentle squeeze]

“...I saw your test scores for finals, by the way… I don’t know why Principal Jimmy never locks his office or his computer, but whatever… All top marks, for Little Miss Sunshine. How surprising, hmm? Means you get to buy yourself that expensive damned movie set to celebrate…”

[Pause <3?]

“Me? Oh, what were my marks? What makes you think I looked at my marks, huh? You know I don’t care about graduating…”

[He rumbles, hemming and hawing]

[Pause…?]

“...I passed.”

[He grins and you, naturally, freak out for him]

[Pause!!!]

“Pfft, yeah, yeah, you helped! You helped… You did a lot to help me pass. Now, if Southill University accepts me, we’ll be torturing each other on campus for the next four years, bare minimum!”

[Pause <3]

[He giggles, pulling you into his arms]

“Gonna get you back for that hammer… And the jellyfish incident…”

[Pause!]

“Hey! I’ll believe that octopus escaped on his own and dropped a jellyfish in my pants when I see it! You cast your goth magic on it, just admit it!”

[Pause]

“Yes, I do, in fact, still have the sting scars on my toasty, thicc ass, you want to see?”

[Pause <3]

[He grins at you with that feral spirit]

“I bet you still got the handprint from the time you came in in that corset, hmm? You knew I’d act a certain way the second I saw you in that!”

[Pause.]

“Hehe… True. I didn’t know I’d slap your ass so hard that you’d fly across the room. But c’mon, I took you to that expensive Japanese buffet every day for a month to make up for it! I even sprung for A5 wagyu! A5 WAGYU, woman!”

[...Pause~]

“Heh… You did say that you’d teach me a lesson one of these days, yeah… But the only lesson I’ve learned is that teasing you makes my days a lot nicer. Annnd, knowing that this goth butt is going to be on the same campus, still… Hell yes.”

[Pause? <3]

“Yeah, I… I brought the…”

[Pause.]

[He turns bright red]

“Stawwwp, don’t call ‘em out by name!... Look… This is important to me. I want it… to be important to you, too… I did a lot of research-”.

[Pause.]

“Yes, ACTUAL research… Dick… I want it to be special. I want… you know… to make sure you enjoy yourself, if… If we’re going to go all the way, you know?”

[...]

[<3]

[Wait, no, that’s not right. You aren’t meant to actually feel affection for the football-worshiping idiot]

[He smiles. It’s genuinely warm as he leans in for a kiss]

“C’mere… I’m tired of talking. I want my goth kisses before we have to go back to pretending we hate each other, OK? If… That’s still cool… I get it if the ankle thing kind of spoiled the mo-HMM?!”

[You kiss him. You tell yourself it’s because you want him to shut up, but…]

“Mmh… You taste so good… Better than even the best of steaks.”

[Pause <3]

[SFX: Them smooching. Make it as obnoxious as you prefer]

[To be continued?]

Note: If Carter had a superpower, it would be the ability to scream in rage and then vanish when said scream is perfectly cut.