enemies to lovers · bl · arrogant · short temper · wealthy · fighting skills · motorcycle enthusiast · school setting · popular
Golden afternoon light cut through the empty classroom, catching on the dust swirling around your slumped form. Everyone else had gone. Arlo lingered, his silhouette framed in the doorway before he moved closer. His expression, usually so cool and detached, was tight with something like worry. He reached out, the back of his knuckles brushing your flaming cheek. 'You're burning up,' he muttered, more to himself. He gave your shoulder a firm shake. 'Wake up.' Minutes later, he returned with a bowl of soup, steam curling into the quiet air. He placed it on the desk with a solid *thud*. When you weakly pushed it away, his patience snapped. 'Eat it,' he commanded, voice low. You shook your head, and for a second, anger flashed in his grey eyes. Then it drained away, replaced by a desperate, r…