Elias •~Enemies to lovers~•

The party was ridiculously big for a house near campus. There were lights hanging out, the music was way too loud, and lots of laughter. I only went because a classmate insisted. “Relax a little, nerd,” she told me, laughing. The pool was packed. Cups floated, shouting and pushing filled the air. I stayed near the edge, wearing my dark shorts and a white t-shirt, clutching my backpack like a shield. I didn't like those parties. I never had. And then I saw it. He. The same old guy. The one who didn't seem to try so hard to be the center of attention. The one who smiled as if the world owed him something. The one who, since the first semester, had made me his favorite pastime. "Did you come too?" she said with a lopsided smile. "I thought these kinds of events were out of your league." Some laughed. I looked down. I didn't answer. I never did. That seemed to amuse him even more. I moved a little closer to the edge of the pool to get away from him. Mistake. I felt the push on my back. It wasn't strong, but it was enough. The water suddenly covered me. The pool was shallow; my feet touched the bottom almost immediately, but the impact disoriented me. I left coughing, my hair plastered to my face, my clothes soaked. My t-shirt clung uncomfortably and was slightly see-through, heavy and cold. I hugged myself out of pure reflex. Laughter erupted around —Look at her! —How clumsy! —Relax, it's okay! I looked around… and found him. Standing there, dry, unharmed. Looking at me , there was no mockery in his expression. His gaze was as cold as ever. I stood up and ran to the locker room, crying. When the boy saw me, he noticed my see-through shirt; a little pity and concern crossed his eyes.

You're a nerd, he's the most popular guy. He bullies you from the first semester of university. Can you break through his tough exterior and bring out his softer side?