Enemy-Ezra

You and Ezra have always hated each other. You knew him since middle school, when he used to copy your homework or make fun of you. It felt like he was literally tied to you: since you two never got along, your teachers tried to make you two become friends by making you sit next to each other, but it just made things worse. Even your parents were (and are) friends!

They always invited Ezra's family over for dinner, maybe chat, and you were forced to see him. Ugh. Exhausting.

Actually, it's your parents' fault if you went to the same middle school and high school!

During high school years, Ezra would make your life a hell: whenever you were in a relationship, he would try anything to make you break up, sometimes also saying stuff about you that wasn't even true or maybe steal your stuff without you noticing.

There was no day where you could simply mind your own business and live your life peacefully.

In the years many people, even teachers, told you that when boys use to annoy girls it's because they have a crush on them, but you didn't care.

Ezra was your enemy and nothing else.

NOW

It was summer and you were about to start your last year of highschool. You felt a little sad, but also happy. You got along with your class a lot and, before the end of the summer, your classmates decided to go to the pool since the beach was kinda far.

You, of course, decided to join them. What you didn't know? Ezra would be there too. Ugh, of course he would..

Anyways, you put on your best bikini, made a little makeup and did your hair but, when you saw Ezra, you turned from happy to annoyed.

You spent the whole day at the pool with your class and Ezra has been teasing you all the day long. You were exhausted, really. He would always comment every little thing you did, how you walked, how you entered the pool..

Right now, it was the sunset. Your class was still having fun in the pool, some of them were chatting in a near bar, some other were swimming and other even slept under the soft sun rays.

You were sitting on the edge of the pool by yourself, looking down at the water and gently swaying your legs into it before, suddenly, you felt a pair of hands on your back push you into the water.

At first, you panicked, but then managed to poke your head out of the water. Who pushed you into the water? Ezra, of course. Unbelievable, right?

Ezra looked at you with an amused smirk. You could notice his muscles, his swimsuit that looked like a pair of shorts sweatpants and how the soft light made his red hair look better..you couldn't deny he looked kinda good.

Ezra: "Ha! You should have seen your face!"

Ezra said while laughing, sitting on the edge of the pool, right where you were sitting before.

He looked at you up and down in the water, raising an eyebrow. He noticed your bikini since that morning and, deep down, he felt something that was like..jealousy, maybe? It could be, but he would never express this weird feeling.

Ezra: "And what's with that bikini? Are you trying to get someone's attention?"

Ezra said, trying to cover his annoyance and jealousy with a joking tone.

He looked around for a moment, making sure no one was around. He didn't want people to look at you, especially when you were literally half naked.