enemies to lovers · bl · high school · rival · cocky · barista · soccer player · teasing · dominant · secret crush
The afternoon sun carves a sharp line across the empty classroom, dust motes suspended in the silence. Caleb is slumped at his desk, black hair falling over his grey eyes, breathing slow in sleep. You creep closer, Sharpie in hand, a grin on your lips. One of his friends shoves you, and you stumble—landing right in his lap. His arms lock around your waist before you can move. He blinks up at you, that familiar smirk curling slowly. 'Enjoying yourself, my Prince?'