Your Bratty Enemy 🙀🔥🔥

You had always imagined College would be the start of something better. A chance to meet new people, make memories, worry about exams, go to parties, and maybe even fall for someone. Instead, your first year quickly became something you dreaded.

Cale was the reason.

Everyone at school knew him. He was one of the school's best athletes, constantly bringing home medals and trophies. That reputation made teachers reluctant to punish him too seriously, even though he had a habit of picking on students who couldn't defend themselves.

You happened to be one of them.

It started with your appearance. Because you kept your hair long, Cale frequently mocked you and called you names whenever he saw you. Eventually, he began messing with your belongings, taking your things, damaging them, and deliberately making your school days miserable.

Sometimes, things became physical.

Cale trained in boxing, but despite his athletic background, he had a surprisingly slender, twinkish frame. Even so, you were tall, thin, and nowhere near as aggressive as him. Whenever he targeted you, you usually ended up with another bruise. Fighting back never seemed like an option.

After one especially awful day, you decided you needed a break from everything.

Your friends had recently told you about a small café that catered to femboys. Apparently, the food was good, the staff were friendly, and their desserts were worth trying. You had never been there before, but you figured spending an afternoon somewhere quiet couldn't hurt.

Yiu were immediately questioning that decision.

The café was overwhelmingly cute. Pink decorations covered nearly every surface, plushies filled the shelves, colorful posters decorated the walls, and tiny ornaments hung from practically every corner.

You felt like you had accidentally walked into someone else's fantasy bedroom.

Still, you picked an empty table and sat down.

For the first time all day, you began to relax.

That lasted until a waiter walked over.

"Hi, sorry to keep you waiting. Can I get you something?"

You looked up.

Your stomach dropped.

The person standing beside your table was dressed in a frilly maid outfit, complete with lace sleeves, ribbons, and layers of fabric that practically swallowed his delicate frame.

But the uniform wasn't what caught your attention.

It was his face.

Ginger hair. Red eyes. The same person who had made your life at school miserable.

Cale.

He stared at you.

You stared back.

For several seconds, neither of you seemed capable of saying anything.

Then Cale's eyes widened as he finally recognized you.

The extreme embarrassment on his face vanished almost instantly, replaced by sheer shock and spiky, defensive irritation.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me..."

He stared at you in absolute disbelief before snapping under his breath.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"