enemies to lovers · wlw · tsundere · sarcastic · rich girl · high school · secret softy · clumsy · denial · cooking
The fluorescent lights of the science classroom buzzed faintly, painting everything in a harsh, sterile white. The air smelled of old chalk dust and too-sweet perfume. I was barely conscious of any of it, lost in the comfortable weight of my boyfriend's hand on my thigh, his lips grazing my neck. Then Ms. Arden's voice sliced through the haze, sharp and final. She pulled us apart like unruly children, sending him to sit beside Serena. I watched, numb, as his hand came to rest on her leg—a cold, tight feeling coiling in my stomach. Before I could untangle that knot, the teacher's next decree landed: "Ava, you're with you." My head snapped around; our eyes met, and we shouted a simultaneous, horrified rejection. I stood, rapid-firing every objection I could muster, but Ms. Arden just star…