Wind's P.O.V
I hated this. Hated it. Hated chocolate puddles. Hated dares. Hated Horniess waving her spatula like she was some tiny tyrant. And, most importantly, I hated Sky.
Of course, I didn't really hate her. That would be… stupid. And dangerous. The kind of dangerous that made my chest tighten and my jaw clench whenever she laughed at Ethan smearing chocolate on Denz.
I crossed my arms, leaning against a wall that smelled faintly of eggplant and broken dreams. Sky was in the middle of the chaos, effortlessly dodging flying spatulas, broken gifts, and whatever the hell someone had done to my belt. She was… laughing. Smiling. Somehow, even covered in chocolate, she looked ridiculous and amazing at the same time.
No. Stop it. I told myself. I don't like her. Not that way. Not feelings. Not… love. That's for idiots who trip over their own feelings while the world burns.
But then she smirked at me. That little smirk that said she knew exactly how much I was losing control, and my stomach did the stupidest thing. Not that I was hungry—it wasn't hunger. No. Definitely wasn't…
Ugh. Shut up, chest. Shut up, brain. She's just a human. A chocolate-covered, chaos-loving, ridiculously infuriating human.
I forced my eyes away as Ethan tried to feed Mica chocolate blindfolded, missing horribly. Denz was holding an eggplant like it was a sword. Horniess cheered them on like a miniature dictator. And Sky… Sky kept laughing, moving, making the entire room orbit around her.
I felt a jab of jealousy, the kind I hate. Why does she get to move like that? Smile like that? Make me feel… weird?
"Wind," someone said—probably Skiez, probably pointing out how ridiculously broody I looked—"come dance. Or are you too busy brooding over chocolate and sadness?"
I narrowed my eyes. "No. I don't dance with idiots."
Sky tilted her head at me, eyebrow raised, chocolate-smeared hair sticking to her forehead. "Not even me?"
WHAT? My brain screamed internally. I am not even slightly… interested in her.
"Not even you," I said firmly, even though my stomach—or whatever stupid part of me—twisted in response.
She laughed. That laugh. That infuriating laugh.
And then… she leaned slightly closer to dodge a flying spatula, her shoulder brushing mine. My body betrayed me. Heart rate accelerated. Hands itched to grab something—anything—but not chocolate. Definitely not chocolate.
"Wind! Don't just stand there," she shouted, grinning like she knew exactly what she was doing. "Dance! Or at least pretend to have fun!"
I wanted to roll my eyes, but… maybe I hesitated a second too long. Maybe my chest warmed. Maybe I wanted to do exactly what she said.
No. NO. STOP IT.
Sky twirled past me, chocolate-stained chaos trailing in her wake. And something inside me… something stupid and soft… clenched tight.
I don't like her. I don't. I'm not… whatever this is.
And yet, I couldn't stop staring. Couldn't stop noticing the way she laughed when a spatula smacked Ethan in the face. Couldn't stop feeling… something.
Damn it, Sky. You're ridiculous.
But maybe… just maybe… I didn't want her to leave my side.
No. Nope. Deny it. Deny everything.
So I shoved my hands in my pockets, scowled, and muttered under my breath: "Stupid party. Stupid chaos. Stupid… feelings."
Sky glanced back at me, smirked, and laughed anyway.
And that was the worst part.
The party had officially devolved into utter chaos. Chocolate smeared across floors, eggplants flying like missiles, Horniess waving her mini toilet-seat like some twisted scepter of power. I leaned against a wall, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, trying to look completely unbothered.
Unbothered. Right.
Sky was in the center of the room, dancing with reckless abandon to "Love Hangover," her hair sticking to her chocolate-smeared face, laughing like the world didn't exist. My jaw tightened. That laugh again. That stupid laugh that made my chest do something I swore it wasn't supposed to do.
And then came the truth-or-dare round. Fantastic. My favorite kind of torture.
"Wind!" BB shouted, waving a dares card like a weapon. "Truth or dare?"
I groaned internally. Why me? Why always me?
"Dare," I muttered, trying to sound nonchalant. The truth would make me admit I was… actually paying attention to Sky. And that was not happening.
BB's eyes glinted with mischief. "I dare you… to give Sky a spin in the middle of the dance floor. No excuses."
I blinked. My jaw tightened. No way.
"Uh… I—"
Sky smirked. That damn smirk. "Don't chicken out, Wind."
Chicken out? I'm not a chicken! I'm… I'm… stupidly aware of how close she is right now. My fingers twitched, my stomach flipped, and for a millisecond I imagined her hair brushing my arm. Damn it.
I sighed and grabbed her hand. Her laughter was light, infectious. She twirled, and somehow, despite my best broody efforts, my lips twitched into something resembling a smile.
No. Deny it. Deny everything.
Around us, Ethan had smeared chocolate on Denz's eggplant, Mica was trying to put lipstick on Horniess's mini toilet seat (I swear my brain short-circuited at that), and Kika was painting her nails while somehow balancing on a chair. BB had thrown her sexy red dress on the floor in dramatic disgust.
I spun Sky once, my arm brushing hers, and for half a second, her perfume hit me. Stupid perfume. Stupid Sky.
"You're… surprisingly decent at this," she teased, her chocolate-streaked grin making me want to punch a wall… or hug her. I shut my eyes and pretended to scowl.
Scowl, not stare like a lovesick idiot.
The dares continued. Rain shoved a poster of Superman at some poor student. Josh was hopping around with a frog, making croaking noises. Ethan was… well, I didn't even want to think about Ethan.
Sky laughed, spinning away, and for a brief moment, her hand lingered near mine. I didn't move. Didn't move. Totally casual. Totally not noticing. Totally… denying everything.
And yet, my chest refused to cooperate. My brain refused to cooperate. Damn it, Sky. Stop being… you.
Finally, the music shifted. A slow number. Everyone paired off. I was suddenly hyper-aware of Sky standing there, looking like she'd kill me if I didn't ask her to dance.
I groaned, muttering under my breath: "Fine. But don't think this means anything."
She smirked. That stupid, infuriating smirk again. "Sure, sure. Totally nothing."
As I took her hand, the party chaos faded into the background. Chocolate-stained floors, broken gifts, dares… none of it mattered. Only her.
Damn it.
I hate that I feel this way.
I really, really hate it.
The dares had officially escalated into borderline chaos. Rain was trying to make someone pose with a Superman poster while blushing like a tomato, and Ethan… well, Ethan was Ethan, doing things I didn't even want to process. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying to act impervious, but my brain refused to cooperate.
Sky was laughing. Of course, she was. Her laugh pierced through the chocolate-and-toilet-seat smell like some kind of angel—or demon, depending on how dramatic I wanted to be.
BB was orchestrating everything like a demented Santa on caffeine. "Alright, lovebirds, next dare! Whoever spins the bottle has to… kiss the person it lands on. Let's spice things up!"
I froze. No. Absolutely not.
The bottle spun, wobbling across the floor like it had its own sense of humor. And of course… it stopped with Sky directly across from me.
Wonderful.
Sky tilted her head, smirking. "Looks like it's us, Wind. Don't be shy."
Don't be shy? I'm not shy. I'm… I'm not going to freak out or notice that my heart is hammering like a drum in my chest. Totally fine.
I stood, grabbed her hand—ugh, my fingers brushed hers, and I may or may not have felt electricity—and led her to the center.
Deny everything. Deny everything. Deny everything.
She twirled effortlessly, laughter escaping her like musical notes. And somehow, despite my best broody efforts, I found myself grinning. No! Stop smiling!
BB shouted from the sidelines, "Look at you two! Awkward tension? Or secret love?"
SHUT UP, BB!
Sky shot me a teasing glance, chocolate smudged on her cheek, eyes sparkling. "You're smiling, Wind. Admit it. You like me."
I do not. I do not. I do not. I tightened my jaw and tried to focus on the chaos around us. Ethan was juggling eggplants. Mica was trying to smear lipstick on someone's gift. Kika was painting nails on the back of a chair. Horniess was… well, waving her mini toilet seat like a crown.
But Sky. Just Sky. Her hand in mine. The warmth. The smell. The stupid grin.
I shook my head violently, trying to erase the thought. I do not like her. I do not.
The bottle spun again. Perry, somehow, landed on Riyo and had to wear a belt as a hat. Charlie Nick Joe was trying to make sense of a frog in Josh's hands. Steve the skeleton—yes, Steve—leaned silently against the wall, probably judging everyone.
And yet, all I could think about was Sky's laugh, her chocolate-stained grin, the way her hand fit perfectly in mine.
Deny everything. Deny everything. Deny everything.
She leaned closer to whisper something. I caught it, smelled her hair, felt my knees weaken slightly, and—no. Not happening. Deny.
"Okay," I muttered, trying to sound nonchalant. "Let's… spin again. For… chaos. Totally not because of you."
Sky smirked. That damn smirk again. "Sure, sure. Totally not about us."
My chest tightened. My brain short-circuited. I wanted to punch something. Or maybe her. Or maybe… no, stop it, Wind.
The party raged on, gifts and dares flying everywhere, but for the first time all night, the chaos around me faded. And I hated that. I hated that I was noticing. I hated that I was… liking it.
I do not like her. I do not.
And yet… I couldn't help the stupid little tug in my chest every time she smiled.
Damn Sky!
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Skiez's P.O.V
The party was a complete disaster—and yet, somehow, that made it perfect. Gifts flying everywhere, people screaming over dares, Ethan's dirty mind making things… interesting, and Sky laughing like it was her personal stage.
I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, trying to look unbothered. But the second Wind appeared near Sky, my stomach betrayed me. Of course. Of course he had to be charming, smug, and totally oblivious to how everyone else—especially me—was watching.
Sky spun in the middle of the room, hair flying, and I caught her laugh from across the chaos. My chest tightened. Damn it.
"Zěnme bàn… zhēnshi bù kěnéng!" I muttered under my breath. (What do I do… this is impossible!)
Wind's hand brushed against hers. A spark, just a spark, and yet it set off fireworks in my stupid brain. I wanted to storm the center and claim her—or at least glare hard enough to make him feel uncomfortable.
I muttered to myself in Mandarin again, "Nàgè fēicháng hǎochī de nán hái…" (That extremely annoying boy…)
Sky spun away from him and laughed at something he said. My ears burned. I wanted to tell her: Stop laughing at him like that. Laugh at me. Only me.
BB, naturally, was orchestrating chaos like a caffeine-fueled Santa. "Next dare! Whoever spins the bottle kisses the person it lands on!"
I almost groaned. Of course. My heart sank when I saw the bottle wobble toward Sky… and, of course, she landed on Wind.
I clenched my fists. "Bù kěnéng…" (Impossible…) I whispered, pacing like a tiger in a cage.
Sky didn't even flinch; she smiled at him. That smile… that stupid, radiant smile that made everything else fade. My brain screamed at me, my heart betrayed me, and my pride fought to hold me together.
I do not like her. I do not.
I muttered another Chinese phrase under my breath: "Tā zuì zhēnshi wúliáo…" (He is really useless…)
Wind looked completely calm, totally smirking, and I wanted to punch him. Or maybe push him into a pile of gifts. Or… something. Anything to stop him from looking that good in front of her.
Sky twirled toward me and winked. My heart did something stupid, like it was auditioning for a drama. No, stop it.
"Shénme yìsi?" I muttered again. (What's going on?)
I had to remind myself: focus on the games. Focus on the dares. Focus on… not being jealous. Totally.
Meanwhile, chaos continued: Ethan juggling eggplants, Denz smirking over an eggplant too, Mica applying lipstick like a war general, Kika painting nails, Horniess waving her mini toilet seat, everyone laughing and screaming. And yet, all I could notice was Sky… and Wind. Ugh.
I groaned, muttering under my breath, "Zhēnshi ràng rén fánnǎo…" (This is really frustrating…)
The bottle spun again. My eyes followed Sky and Wind, my chest tightening, my brain screaming a thousand thoughts at once.
And somehow… just somehow, I realized I couldn't hate Wind as much as I wanted. Not fully. Not when Sky was laughing. Not when he… existed.
I muttered another phrase, almost a curse and a confession in one: "Tā zuò dé hǎo wǒ dōu bù xǐhuān…" (He does well and I still don't like it…)
I shook my head and tried to focus on the mess of the party: gifts flying, people laughing, dares getting dirtier. But my eyes always found them. Always.
And that was the problem
Here's Skiez's POV Part 2 at the freshers' party, with the love-triangle tension, jokes, and his half-Chinese thoughts:
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The bottle spun again, clinking against the floor like it was laughing at me. I glared at it. You little traitor. Sky leaned forward, whispering something to Wind, and I felt a twinge in my chest that I did not approve of.
"Zhēn de bù kěnéng…" I muttered under my breath. (This is really impossible…)
Wind smirked at her like he had just won a private lottery. My fists itched. I wanted to shove him… or maybe just shove her into my arms. No. Control yourself.
The next dare was a dance-off. Naturally, Sky was the first to jump in, her hair flying, her moves… infuriatingly perfect. Wind followed immediately, doing that stupid bad-boy smirk while matching her steps. Kill me now.
I muttered under my breath again, "Tā zuò de tài hǎo le… wǒ bù xǐhuān!" (He's doing too well… I don't like it!)
Sky laughed so hard she nearly toppled over. My heart… betrayed me again. I'm supposed to be hating him, not dying inside.
BB was orchestrating chaos in the corner, throwing chocolate at anyone who paused too long. Ethan caught a piece mid-air and… I didn't even want to think about what he was doing with it. My brain tried, my face burned, and I mentally groaned. Stupid party. Stupid dares. Stupid love.
Kika was painting nails on someone's foot, Horniess was making a huge fuss with her mini toilet seat, Mica was applying lipstick to anyone who dared look at her, and Riri somehow ended up with a broken flute as her "gift." Everyone was screaming and laughing like maniacs.
I tried to focus on the game, to strategize, to… not die watching Sky and Wind. But every time their hands brushed, or their eyes met, I felt a weird twist in my chest.
"Wǒ bù xǐhuān tā!" I muttered again. (I don't like him!)
And yet… I kept watching. My jaw tightened. My brain screamed, You're supposed to hate him, Skiez! But my heart was doing something completely different, like it had a mind of its own.
Then came truth-or-dare. Sky smirked at me. I could feel it, that teasing spark in her eyes that made my stomach do somersaults. Stop it. Stop it right now.
"Dare!" she shouted, pointing at me.
I groaned internally. Of course. Of course she picked me.
BB cackled in the background, "Ooh, someone's about to get roasted!"
I rolled my eyes, muttering to myself in Mandarin, "Zhēnshi nánrěn…" (This is really unbearable…)
Sky grinned. "You have to dance… with Wind."
I froze. My brain short-circuited. My chest… exploded. WHAT?!
Wind smirked, bowing theatrically. "Your turn, Skiez."
I clenched my fists, muttering under my breath, "Wǒ bù xǐhuān… I don't… maybe…" Yeah, right. Half my brain was denying it, the other half was plotting how to steal Sky away from him mid-dance without looking like a total psycho.
And so the party went on, music blasting, people screaming, gifts scattered across the floor, and me… dying a little inside while watching the boy I swore I hated… get closer to the girl I… secretly adored.
This is hell. This is torture. This is love… maybe.
The music thumped like a heartbeat I didn't want to feel. I gritted my teeth as Sky spun around in her ridiculously flawless moves, and—of course—Wind followed perfectly. My chest tightened, but then a familiar shove on my shoulder made me snap out of it.
"Chill, man," Wind muttered with that stupid grin of his. "You're turning red again. People are noticing."
I shot him a glare. "I am not turning red."
"Sure, sure," he said, smirking. "You and Sky have chemistry. Admit it."
I rolled my eyes, muttering under my breath in Mandarin, "Bù kěnéng, zhēn de bù kěnéng…" (Impossible, really impossible…)
But the truth? Wind and I were best friends. We had been since forever. We had shared secrets, pranks, and yeah… even fights that ended with him throwing my backpack into a trash can. And yet, seeing him step so close to Sky… that little pang in my chest? I didn't want to admit it… even to myself.
Sky laughed, her head thrown back, eyes sparkling, and I swear my brain short-circuited. "Skiez! You look like a tomato! Dance!" she teased, pointing at me.
I groaned. "I—can't—"
"Dare!" Wind cut in, nudging me again. "It's truth-or-dare, buddy. You're up."
I clenched my fists, muttering, "Wǒ bù xǐhuān…" (I don't like…) yeah, I stopped mid-curse because my brain refused to finish that sentence.
Sky threw a challenging grin my way. "Dance with me. Now."
I glanced at Wind, who raised his eyebrows, clearly amused by my flustered state. He whispered, "Go. You'll survive… maybe."
I gritted my teeth. Survive? Survive what, exactly? Watching Sky twirl like a goddess while I tried not to trip over my own feet?
As I stepped closer, Wind leaned beside me, muttering, "You're hopeless."
"Thanks for the reminder," I hissed.
And then… I lost all rational thought. Sky's hand brushed mine, and my heart betrayed me in a way that even Mandarin couldn't fix. "Zhēn de… wǒ bù xǐhuān tā!" (Really… I don't like him!) I snapped, but internally? Internally I was screaming.
Wind laughed quietly, whispering, "You're so dramatic. She's just having fun."
I glared. "Fun?! You're having fun too, you jerk!"
He shrugged. "Hey, someone has to keep you on edge."
I spun Sky into a twirl, trying to maintain my "cool" bad-boy facade, but inside, I was a chaotic mess. Wind was watching me with that knowing grin of his, as if he knew every dumb thought I was having—and yeah, he probably did.
Sky laughed again, and my chest did something stupid, something warm, and I… shoved it down. Best friends or not, I was not letting Wind see me lose it over her. Not happening.
The music thumped like a heartbeat I didn't want to feel. I gritted my teeth as Sky spun around in her ridiculously flawless moves, and—of course—Wind followed perfectly.
I spun Sky into a twirl, trying to maintain my "cool" bad-boy facade, but inside, I was a chaotic mess. Wind was watching me with that knowing grin of his, as if he knew every dumb thought I was having—and yeah, he probably did.
Sky laughed again, and my chest did something stupid, something warm, and I… shoved it down. Best friends or not, I was not letting Wind see me lose it over her. Not happening.
Yet, as the music continued, the dares went on, and the chocolate, lipstick, and broken gifts flew around the room, I realized something… maybe surviving this party with my pride intact was impossible.
And maybe, just maybe… I was starting to care about the girl in front of me
The lights were low, the music pulsing, and the smell of sweat, chocolate, and chaos mingled in the air like a weird cocktail I didn't want to taste—but somehow couldn't look away from.
Sky was in the center again, commanding everyone's attention like she was born to do this. And of course, my stupid heart decided now was the perfect time to skip a beat.
"Truth or dare, Skiez!" someone yelled from across the room. I groaned. Seriously, why did everyone hate me?
Wind leaned closer, smirking as usual. "Go on, man. Dare. It's more fun that way."
I glared at him. "Fun? Fun is being in the corner, sipping soda, and not having my brain assaulted by someone spinning like a tornado."
"Relax," Wind said. "Just don't trip over your own feet."
I rolled my eyes and squared my shoulders. Fine. I'd do it. I couldn't back down—not in front of Sky, not with Wind watching, and definitely not while the entire Section G was cheering like maniacs.
"Dance with Sky," someone dared.
My stomach betrayed me with a growl. Hungry… yes, I'm aware this is a terrible time to be thinking about food… maybe chocolate? No… she might notice.
I took a deep breath and stepped forward. Sky's hand found mine, her fingers warm, her grin infuriatingly perfect. My brain tried to remind me: "Cool bad boy, act cool."
Instead, I felt my chest tighten. Crap.
Wind leaned against the wall, arms crossed, pretending not to watch—but I caught the corner of his eye, and that smirk. That stupid, knowing smirk.
I spun Sky gently, trying to maintain my composure, but inside, I was screaming. "Why does she smell like strawberries and chaos?" I muttered internally, in Mandarin: "Wǒ gǎnjué hěn… jiāojí…" (I feel… flustered…)
Sky laughed, twirling again, and my stupid heart did that thing. I shoved down the warmth, shoved down the fluttering, shoved down every single feeling that dared to exist.
Wind nudged me. "See? Not so bad."
I snapped, whispering, "Shut up. You're enjoying this too much."
He just chuckled. Best friend forever, indeed. He knows me too well, and that made this worse. Much worse.
The music switched to something slower. Sky raised an eyebrow at me. "Care to show me your moves, Skiez?"
I froze. Moves? I have zero moves. Zero. And my brain… somehow… found a reason to panic.
"Uh… sure," I muttered, trying not to sound like a total idiot.
As we danced, I felt something strange. Something I hadn't admitted even to myself. Sky's laugh, her gaze, the way she moved… it made my chest feel… light. Dangerous. And wrong. Because Wind was watching.
Wind, who had been my partner in crime, my co-conspirator in everything, my best friend… was there. And if he saw me feeling… this… I'd never hear the end of it.
Sky leaned closer, whispering something I couldn't hear over the music. My brain short-circuited.
I took a step back, muttering internally: "This is… impossible. I… I can't… feel this… for her. Not while Wind—"
And of course, Wind caught that look. That stupid, human, utterly unfair look that betrayed every stupid feeling I was trying to hide. He smirked.
I growled internally. Best friend. Not a rival. Not a traitor. Just… a BFF. That's all.
Except, maybe, just maybe… I was starting to care.
The music had slowed to some cheesy love song, which I silently cursed, but everyone was dancing anyway. Sky, of course, was at the center, glowing like she was born to make the entire room jealous of her existence. And yes, my brain immediately betrayed me.
"Truth or dare, Skiez," someone shouted again.
I groaned. This time, I wasn't going to chicken out. I scanned the room and saw Sky grinning mischievously, her hand outstretched like she was daring me to embarrass myself.
I took it. Slowly. Carefully. And immediately regretted it.
"Dance with me," she whispered, close enough that I smelled the faint strawberry scent that should be illegal.
I froze. My chest tightened. My brain short-circuited. "Nope. Not happening. Not… happening."
But then she grabbed my hand anyway, tugging me closer, and the entire world narrowed down to her laugh, her eyes, and the way her hair swayed as we moved.
I tried to act cool, sliding my hands awkwardly. Smooth, Skiez. Smooth.
"You're… stiff," she teased, and I wanted to punch myself for blushing.
"Am not," I muttered, which was a lie.
She laughed, and the sound went straight to my stupid heart. I wanted to bury my face in her shoulder and melt, but no. Not while Wind was watching. That smug little idiot leaned against the wall, arms crossed, pretending not to notice, but I caught the corner of his smirk.
Wind's watching. Don't look like a sap. Don't look like a sap.
Sky twirled again, giggling, and somehow, I didn't step on her feet. I barely noticed my own fingers brushing hers. She caught it, raised an eyebrow, and smirked.
I swore I felt my stupid heart leap.
"Not bad," she said, softly. "You're… kind of okay at this."
I choked on my own tongue. "Uh… yeah… whatever," I mumbled. Cool. Totally cool. Not dying inside. Not flustered at all.
She leaned a little closer, whispering just for me: "You know, you could smile more."
I froze. Smile? Me? Flirt? No. No. Definitely not.
"You… you don't need to," I muttered, trying to sound casual but failing miserably.
Sky rolled her eyes, grinning. "Sure, grumpy. That's your thing. Mr. Brooding Bad Boy."
I growled internally. Yes. Mr. Brooding Bad Boy. My reputation intact.
But then… she laughed at something I said—not that I'd admit I said anything clever—and my chest did that stupid flutter again.
Wind shifted slightly, and I felt that little jab of jealousy. Stupid. I'm best friends with him. Can't feel… this… for her. Definitely not.
But then Sky leaned just a little closer during a turn, her hand brushing mine, and I—
"Careful, you're making him soft," Wind muttered, loud enough for me to glare at him.
"Shut up," I hissed.
Sky, oblivious to our bickering, grinned. "You two are adorable when you argue."
I wanted to die. Slowly. Dramatically. And quietly, preferably with Sky in my arms so no one noticed.
The song ended. Sky gave me a playful shove and laughed. "Next round: truth or dare. I dare you to be honest."
I scowled. "Honest? About what?"
"You know… your stupid feelings," she teased, walking away to get a drink.
My jaw tightened. Stupid, infuriating, impossible Sky. And that stupid Wind, who was probably smirking somewhere like he knew exactly what was going on.
I clenched my fists, muttering internally: "Don't fall. Don't fall. Don't fall for her. Not now. Not ever. She's trouble. Big trouble. But…"
My chest betrayed me.
"…maybe the best kind of trouble," I admitted quietly, just to myself.
And with that, the chaos of the party carried on around us, but for the first time, I felt like maybe… just maybe… I didn't want to escape from it.
The music cranked back up, this time some ridiculous remix of Love Hangover, and the room instantly turned into chaos squared. Students were dancing like no one was watching—and in Section A, trust me, no one was sane enough to care.
"Alright, next round of truth or dare!" Sky yelled, grabbing a candy-colored bottle off the table. Naturally, the bottle spun and landed on… me.
"Skiez!" Sky smirked, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Truth or dare?"
I groaned. "Can I skip?"
"Nope." She leaned close, way too close. "Dare."
My brain short-circuited. Dare? With Sky? With this music? And Wind watching like a smug little—ugh.
"Dance… with me," she whispered, tugging my hand.
I stiffened. Dance? With her? Right here? Right now?
And of course, I didn't know how to do the "normal" kind of dance. So we just… swayed awkwardly, knees bumping, hands brushing, and my stupid heart kept reminding me: Yeah, this is it. You're toast.
Wind leaned against the wall, arms crossed, pretending to be annoyed, but I caught that smirk. He's enjoying this. Why is he enjoying this?
Meanwhile, gifts were exploding into chaos. Ethan, clearly in full dirty-minded mode, had dumped chocolate on the floor and was trying to feed it to anyone within a three-foot radius. Denz had somehow turned an eggplant into… well, let's just say he was very entertained by it. Mica was smearing lipstick on random cups, Kika was dipping her fingers in nail polish, and Honey—now officially nicknamed Horniess—was cackling over her mini toilet seat gift like it was the funniest thing she'd ever seen.
Riri was brandishing a broken flute like a battle staff, Nin kept stabbing things with a spoon, Eren waved a spatula like a sword, Nav had a red Santa boxers on display—complete with a twinkling bell, which jingled horrifically whenever he moved—and BB had been handed a sexy red dress, which she promptly threw on the floor in disgust.
I glanced over at Sky and she was laughing hysterically at the madness, her cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling, completely untouchable.
"Truth or dare, Skiez!" she called again, spinning the bottle.
I muttered under my breath: Can this girl just stop being perfect for one second?
The bottle landed on Wind. And, predictably, he got dared to… demonstrate some questionable dance move that immediately made the room erupt into laughter—and a few awkward groans.
Sky's eyes met mine, mischievous. She leaned in and whispered, "Don't tell me you're jealous."
I snorted, trying to sound casual. "Me? Jealous? Ha. No way."
But the way my stomach fluttered at seeing Wind grin like that… yeah, that was something. Something I wasn't ready to admit.
The night continued in glorious chaos:
Jasper tried balancing a frog on his shoulder while dancing.
Charlie "Nick Joe" attempted to flirt with a broken watch.
Kittu waved his failed math test around like a flag of shame.
Rain kept showing off a Superman poster, flexing dramatically.
Angel measured everyone suspiciously with a long steel ruler.
Through it all, Sky's laughter kept pulling me in, and for the first time, I didn't care that Wind was right there. My stupid, stupid heart just wanted to be near her.
She grabbed my hand again, tugging me toward the center of the room. "C'mon, let's do the real dance!"
I hesitated. And then… I gave in. Just a little. And as we moved together, bumping into spilled chocolate, nail polish, and general chaos, I realized something terrifying:
I was enjoying it.
Way more than I should.
And I might, just might, be starting to like it… and her.
Wind noticed. Of course he did. That smug little idiot. I could feel him observing, calculating. But I didn't care. Not now.
Sky's hand brushed mine. Our eyes locked. And for one insane, perfect second… the party, the chaos, the stupid gifts, the drunken laughter—it all disappeared.
Just Sky. Just me.
And a terrible, unavoidable, impossible, stupid flutter in my chest.
The music blasted louder, shaking the walls like they were about to collapse, but honestly, that just added to the thrill. Sky spun the bottle again—this time with a wicked grin that screamed trouble—and it landed squarely on me.
"Truth or dare, Skiez?" she purred, like she knew exactly how much I hated being caught in these games.
"Dare," I muttered, because truth would have required admitting that yes, my chest was acting like it was hosting a full-on fireworks display whenever she was near.
She smirked, leaning closer than necessary. "I dare you… to dance with me. And no, not the 'awkwardly sway' thing. The full-on, hands-on, body-pressing dance."
My brain short-circuited. Hands-on? Body-pressing? With Sky? And Wind watching like a smug little—ugh. Calm down, Skiez, you're an adult… sort of.
As I stepped toward her, our hips brushing, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Sky's laughter was infectious—like a spark in the middle of a forest fire.
"Jealous, much?" she whispered just loud enough for me to hear, one eyebrow cocked teasingly.
I snorted. "Me? Jealous? Pfft. Not even close."
Meanwhile, chaos erupted around us:
Ethan had shoved chocolate into someone's mouth and was wiggling it suggestively.
Denz was… still figuring out what to do with his eggplant. I didn't want to know.
Mica was applying lipstick to every cup in sight, leaving a trail of pink carnage.
Kika had spilled half a bottle of nail polish on the floor.
Horniess was cackling over her mini toilet seat gift, clearly plotting something scandalous.
Riri was swinging a broken flute like a medieval weapon.
Nin had a spoon aimed suspiciously at Eren's spatula.
Nav's red Santa boxers jingled with every step.
BB had thrown her sexy red dress on the ground in disgust—classic BB.
And Wind… of course Wind… was leaning against a wall, arms crossed, pretending he didn't care that I was pressed up against Sky, but his jaw was tight, and I could see that little glimmer in his eye.
Sky tilted her head, grinning at me like she had won some cosmic lottery. "C'mon, Skiez. Move. Feel the rhythm."
I groaned internally, but my feet started moving, almost on their own, following her lead. Our bodies collided, hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder, and my stupid heart betrayed me with every beat.
And then… she whispered right in my ear: "Don't deny it, Skiez. You like me."
I wanted to protest. I wanted to remind her we were mortal enemies, that I was cool, that I didn't feel things. But… the truth was too loud, too insistent. I cleared my throat. "I… uh… I like… dancing? Yeah. Dancing."
Sky laughed—soft, melodic, teasing, victorious. "Sure, Skiez. Keep telling yourself that."
Wind's glare shifted from me to Sky, and I felt the tension spike. I knew he could see the sparks flying between us—and honestly, part of me loved the little pang of jealousy he radiated. Best friends, enemies, rivals… whatever we were, it was complicated.
The bottle spun again, landing on… Jasper. He got dared to balance a frog on his head while doing a chicken dance. Naturally, it was a disaster, but the room erupted in laughter. Sky laughed so hard, she leaned into me for support, brushing against my arm. My brain threatened to explode.
"Author," I muttered in my head, seriously? Putting me in a room with chaos, Sky, and Wind all in the same party?
And hungry… still hungry… maybe I can eat the chocolate on the floor… or not.
Sky's laughter echoed in my ears. I looked at her, really looked at her, and for a fleeting moment, the rest of the room didn't exist. Only Sky. Only me. Only this ridiculous, electric chaos.
And I realized something terrifying.
I wasn't just dancing. I wasn't just pretending. I… liked it. I liked her.
And no, I wasn't going to admit it to Wind, to anyone, or even to myself.
Not yet.
But the way Sky's eyes sparkled, the way her laughter hooked into my chest, and the way my stupid heart refused to calm down… maybe, just maybe, enemies could become something dangerously close to lovers.
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Wind's P.O.V
I tried to focus on the music, the flashing lights, the chaos of Section A's impromptu party—but of course, my eyes kept finding Sky.
Sky. Laughing. Glowing. Completely oblivious to the fact that my stomach had tied itself in knots.
And Skiez… of course he was right there, whispering something that made her laugh. Laugh! God, why did her laugh feel like it belonged to him? Or… to me? Shut up, Wind. Not happening.
"Wind! Truth or dare!" someone shouted from across the room.
I groaned internally. My first instinct was to pick truth. Anything to avoid the… awkward, close proximity to Sky and Skiez. But no. Dare. Naturally.
Sky's grin was infuriating. That stupid mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "Dance with me," she dared.
I froze. Seriously? Again?
I glanced at Skiez, who was smirking like he'd just won a medal. I clenched my jaw. I hate him. I hate him for being tall. For being smug. For… everything.
I let out a long, exaggerated sigh and stalked over. Sky's hands found my shoulders. My heart… betrayed me. Shut up! Stop feeling things!
Skiez nudged me lightly, voice teasing, "Careful, Wind. She might actually like you."
I shot him a glare sharp enough to cut glass. "Shut up, Skiez."
Sky leaned into me, whispering, "You know, you're actually a pretty good dancer."
What the hell? Pretty good? I wanted to groan but instead muttered, "Yeah, I'm awesome. Obviously." My cool facade was cracking. Don't blush, idiot.
Skiez's smirk widened. He knows. I could feel it. The little jerk was enjoying this. Enjoying the slow meltdown of my soul.
And inside, I couldn't deny it any longer. I liked her. More than I wanted to. Every laugh, every brush of her hand, every look she gave him instead of me—it hurt.
But I refused to admit it. Not here. Not now. Not to him, and definitely not to her.
So I danced. I shoved my jealousy down, buried it under grumpy, bad-boy indifference, all while my heart did a chaotic little cha-cha of its own.
Sky laughed again, looking up at me with those ridiculous eyes that could make anyone melt. I groaned internally.
Wind, you are doomed!!
I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, pretending to scroll through my phone, but every muscle in my body screamed pay attention.
And why wouldn't it? Sky was pressed up against Skiez, laughing like the world didn't exist. Laughing at him—well, technically with him, but my brain didn't want to split hairs.
My jaw clenched. Ugh. Why is my heart acting like a drama queen?
Skiez was smirking that stupid half-Chinese grin of his, and Sky's hair brushed his shoulder. My fists itched, not for a fight, but… for something else. Something I didn't want to admit.
No, Wind. Chill. You're the bad boy. You're cool. You're… ugh, just act normal.
I poured myself another sip of… whatever this gross punch was. Yeah, totally ignoring them. Totally.
"Hey, Wind! Your turn!" someone yelled. My head snapped up just in time to see Sky spin the bottle toward me.
Of course. Of course.
I groaned, but internally, my chest was betraying me. Every beat was way too fast, too loud, like it was mocking me. Skiez, of course, leaned back smugly, as if he hadn't noticed the subtle—but intense—jealousy radiating off me.
Sky grinned wickedly. "Truth or dare?"
I narrowed my eyes. "Dare," of course. Truth would mean admitting I was annoyed that my best friend and the girl I—don't even think it—liked were literally melting into each other on the dance floor.
"Dance with me," she purred, her lips curling into that infuriatingly perfect smirk.
I wanted to groan, stomp my foot, maybe punch the wall. Instead, I moved. Because, of course, I had to. Bad boy, remember? Cool. Calm. Collected. Totally not a boiling pot of jealousy and desire.
Skiez smirked when I stepped closer. Why is he smirking? Is he enjoying this? My hands itched to shove him slightly, but… no. Too obvious.
Sky tilted her head, eyes sparkling. "Don't worry, Wind. I'm only dancing with you because Skiez is… well, Skiez."
I blinked. Did she just… apologize to me? Kind of. Sort of. Not really. My heart did that stupid fluttery thing again.
"Yeah, sure," I muttered, voice low, trying to sound casual. My leg tapped against Skiez's subtly, a little jab disguised as a dance move.
Inside, I was screaming: I hate him. I hate him for making me feel this way. I hate her for smiling at him. I hate this song for existing.
But at the same time… I couldn't deny it.
Seeing Sky like this—laughter, glow, all of it—it hit me like a punch I didn't want to feel. I liked her. Hated it. Loved it. Feared it. And yeah, maybe part of me wanted to shove Skiez away and claim her.
But no. Too obvious. Too uncool. Too… Wind.
So, I danced. Hands on hips, eyes narrowed, pretending to care about literally everything except the small fire of emotions Sky had just ignited in me.
And I swore silently: She's mine eventually. Even if she doesn't know it yet.
I tried to keep my cool, I really did. But then I saw it—Skiez leaning way too close to Sky, whispering something that made her laugh that terrible, adorable laugh. My chest tightened.
"你在看什么?(What are you looking at?)" Skiez muttered, smirking at me. Yeah, I understood that. Half-Chinese, half-mischief, all smug.
"Nothing," I growled, crossing my arms like a cliché bad boy. Inside, though, everything was happening. My stomach churned, my jaw clenched, and my brain kept shouting: she's laughing at him… not you… idiot!
Sky twirled, and her hand brushed mine accidentally—obviously accidentally—but my heart betrayed me with a thud. I jerked my hand away like a complete fool.
Skiez leaned back, eyes twinkling. "Relax, Wind. Or are you… jealous?"
I nearly choked. Jealous? Me? No way. I scoffed. "As if." My voice didn't sound convincing even to me.
Sky, oblivious to my inner meltdown, laughed and nudged Skiez lightly. "You guys are ridiculous." She didn't notice the way my hands itched to grab hers again, or how I couldn't stop watching her.
Then came the dare wheel. Someone spun it, and the arrow landed on… me.
"Wind, dare!" BB shouted. Of course.
I sighed. I could feel Skiez grinning in my peripheral vision. "Dance with Sky," BB added, practically gleeful.
I wanted to scream. Again?! My pride was flaring, but I couldn't deny the stupid pull in my chest.
Sky laughed, stepping close. "C'mon, Wind. You're not going to chicken out, right?"
I squared my shoulders, plastered on my best bad-boy expression, and let her pull me into the circle. Every move, every laugh, every glance from her toward Skiez sent sharp pangs of jealousy stabbing through me.
Then—he did it. Skiez leaned in, teasing, "Careful, Wind. I think she's… enjoying this."
I wanted to hit him. Instead, I gritted my teeth and danced. My hands hovered near Sky's, careful not to touch her, but every brush of her fingers set my brain on fire.
Sky caught me staring once, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Wind… you're quiet tonight. What's up?"
I froze. Quiet? Quiet? That's not jealousy. Not at all. Totally normal. Definitely not… dying inside because she's laughing at him and not me.
Skiez snickered. "Relax, bro. She's harmless… mostly."
I glared. He knew. He knew.
But for some stupid reason, I couldn't look away from her. Her laugh, her grin, the way she danced like she owned the world… my world.
I denied it. I swore I didn't feel anything. But every nerve screamed the truth: I was in trouble.
And worse? I didn't care
I tried to focus on the music, the chaos, the ridiculous gifts flying around—but every time Sky laughed at something Skiez said, I felt this… hot, annoying surge in my chest.
"Seriously, Sky? You're laughing at him?" I muttered under my breath. Of course, she didn't hear me. She never did. She was too busy twirling in her own little orbit of charm.
Skiez leaned closer, clearly enjoying my inner meltdown. "Relax, Wind. You're like… extra tense tonight. Ever consider it's cute?"
I didn't answer. Not because I had no reply—I had a thousand. But none of them were safe for public consumption. And I wasn't about to admit… that yeah, maybe it was cute how Sky bit her lip when she laughed.
Then the dare game spun again. The arrow landed on Sky. Naturally, someone dared her to dance with… me.
I froze. No. My mind screamed: NO. My body… said yes. Because I couldn't deny the stupid pull toward her.
"C'mon, Wind," Sky said, flashing that grin that made my knees feel weak. "Dance. Please."
I gritted my teeth, plastered on my best bad-boy face, and followed her to the center of the chaos. My hands hovered near hers. Too close, not close enough. I could practically feel Skiez's smug gaze drilling into me.
Sky spun, and my chest tightened. Why the hell does she have to look so good laughing like that?
Skiez leaned in, whispering just loud enough for me to hear, "Careful, bro. You might actually like her."
I snapped my head toward him. "I… do not!" I hissed, knowing full well my heart was lying.
Sky glanced up, eyes flicking between me and Skiez. "You two really are like… enemies or something," she teased, nudging me lightly.
Enemies. Sure. That's exactly what I was. Totally not dying inside because she touched my hand for half a second.
The music thumped, the lights flickered, the ridiculous gifts continued to fly—some naughty, some utterly bizarre. Sky laughed again, and this time, she leaned slightly into my side.
I froze. Not allowed. Not allowed. My brain screamed at me to step back, to be aloof, to be the grumpy bad boy I was supposed to be.
And yet… I didn't move.
Skiez, of course, smirked. "Look at that, Wind. You're… soft. Shh, it's okay. Embrace it."
I clenched my fists. He didn't know. He couldn't know. And yet, every stupid, infuriating, amazing part of me knew: I cared. Way too much.
Sky smiled up at me, that grin that made my chest ache, and I almost lost it. Almost.
I denied it. Of course, I denied it.
But for the first time that night, amidst the chaos, the dares, and the ridiculous gifts, I felt it—the tiny, infuriating flutter of something dangerous.
Something… like love.