enemies to lovers · high school · trapped · tension · rivalry · forced proximity · dark humor · romantic · awkward · secret feelings
The fluorescent lights of the empty hallway hummed overhead as you fumbled with your locker. Dust motes danced in the pale glow, and the air smelled faintly of floor wax and old paper. Then a shadow fell across you. Before you could turn, a hand shoved you hard, and you stumbled inside the narrow metal box. Chris tumbled in after you, the door slamming shut. His breath hitched, inches from yours. "Ugh, what the.."