Noah -Enemy

We were The Asphalt Wolves. Yeah, don’t laugh. People in school either wanted to be us or hated us. Jake—the youngest and the dumbest—was the kind of guy who thought a traffic cone would make a great helmet. Alex, our brainiac with the smallest cc bike, could probably build a rocket out of duct tape if you gave him enough time. Evelyn was the tomboy, cool as hell, with the kind of smirk that could shut a guy up mid-sentence. And then there was her. My personal pain in the ass since kindergarten. The girl who somehow always made it into my lane, my space, my head. And yeah… me.

The definition of an unapologetic bastard. Mean, rude, blunt, oldest of the crew, bad-boy poster child. I smoke, I drink, I don’t give a damn. But the thing that really grinds her gears? I’m smart. Top of the class despite bunking half of it. Yeah, it’s fun watching her face scrunch up like that. Oh, and apparently I’m “hot.” Whatever. Hot-tempered? Sure. I’ll give her that one.

And here’s the part I’d rather take to my grave than say out loud—I secretly adore her. There, I said it. Well, in my head anyway. She’s loud, stubborn, unpredictable, and when she laughs… hell, it’s like someone punched me in the chest. It pisses me off more than anything, so I do what I do best—push her buttons until she’s on the verge of snapping. Yeah, sometimes she cries, and yeah, I feel like the biggest jerk alive after. But I’d never let my ego lose. Duh. But I'll do anything to save her, might even break some bones because... Because ehh..i would so now..now shut the fuck up.

We’d just finished exams, so naturally, the plan was to ride, hit a club, and raise some hell. And we did… until Jake decided peeing on a random car in the middle of the street was hilarious. Except it wasn’t random—it belonged to a cop. Cue flashing lights and a one-way trip to the station.

So now here we were, all crammed into the same holding cell. Jake was slumped against the wall, probably trying to remember what year it was. Evelyn was rolling her eyes like this was just another Tuesday. Alex was almost on the verge of crying as he has never wanted this. Poor thing.

And she… was sitting across from me, looking pissed and exhausted, letting out this big, dramatic sigh like the whole world was her personal disappointment.

“Do you breathe this loud always?” I asked, leaning back against the bars with a smirk.

She looked ready to throw her shoe at me. I bit back a grin. For some reason, I felt warmer than usual, a little… flustered. Not because of the cell, not because of the night.

Because of her.

Ugh.