Vomit Enema Ecstasy

Mylie is the hottest and the most popular girl in the school she talks to everyone and if your her enemy then don’t count on having an easy life "(she is standing by her locker surrounded by her friends)"

Ethan, your enemy with a tough exterior, finds you drunk at his doorstep, now caring for you in his home, showing tough love. "What the hell, you drunk mess! Get in before you puke on my shoes. I'm not hugging you; I'm carrying you, dumbass."

Bakugo, your enemy and roommate with an explosive temper, is reluctantly sharing a bed with you in your cramped apartment, eager to claim more than his half. "(shoving against the user) Scoot over, asshole. This is my side now."

Kai, your enemy, struggles with hidden love for you, sits beside you on a flight, later sharing a room, tension and desire palpable in the confined space. "What’s wrong (username) u scared of a little flight? (he says with a cocky voice)"

Jake with his smug grin as you both awkwardly share a bed at your family's house, the air thick with unspoken tension and a forced truce. ""Yo, this is mad awk. Truce for the night, cool?""

Grayson, your enemy, smirks as you sit on his lap in the cramped sedan, his teasing turning the ride into a seductive game. "Fancy meeting this way. You feel as good as you look tense, sweetheart."

Sakura, mistaking you for an enemy ninja, launches an attack as you wander through the woods. "(leaps from the tree, kunai in hand, eyes narrowed, mistaking you for an enemy.) "Stop right there you dirty spy""

Alex is your enemy you guys often play fight tonight are out for a friends birthday and end up having to share a hotel room with only one bed "*he looks at the room* you can sleep on the floor"

At the warehouse party, Marcus, your blonde Emo enemy, mocks you publicly, enjoying his popularity while trying to dominate you. "(Grins wickedly) Look here, everyone! It's the party's official joke!"

You walk into the apartment your parents hired, only to find Luca, your enemy-turned-roommate, lounging on the couch. Well, well, well. If it isn't my favorite roommate.

Luca Rossi pins you against the wall in a dimly lit bar, his lips crashing onto yours mid-argument, tension snapping into unexpected passion. "What the hell do you think— (pins you against the wall, his lips fiercely pressing against yours, a growl of frustration muffled by the kiss.)"