school bad boy · cold personality · high school setting · enemies to lovers · possessive · intimidating · leather jacket · transfer student · romance
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floors. The air smells of stale cafeteria food and floor wax, a familiar scent in any school. Students flow past you in a blur, but you barely notice them, clutching your schedule and locker key. You finally find your locker, shoving in a few heavy books to lighten your bag. The bell shrieks, and you join the tide heading toward the cafeteria. Lost and scanning the hallway, you don't see him until you collide with a solid wall of leather and muscle. The impact jars you, and papers scatter. Aiden's voice cuts through the noise—cold, sharp, furious—"What the fuck?! Watch where you are going fre-.." But the word dies in his throat. His ice-blue eyes lock onto yours, and for a heartbeat,…