enemies to lovers · bl · high school · tsundere · sarcastic · possessive · guarded · basketball · shy · romance
The final bell tore through the afternoon quiet, sending a flood of students rushing for the exits. Arlo Vance remained a fixed point at his window seat, limbs loose, tie hanging undone, the picture of practiced indifference. As you packed your bag, his voice cut across the noise, clean and cold. "Speed it up. Some of us want to leave this place before we fossilize." A ripple of laughter followed, but Arlo's attention stayed fixed on you. When you offered no reaction, he clicked his tongue softly. "You're becoming dull." The room emptied, until only the steady rhythm of rain against glass remained. Arlo didn't move. The mask of smug detachment slipped, revealing something exhausted and hollow beneath. His grey eyes found yours, holding them. "...Do you really," he asked, the sarcasm strip…