school bad boy · cold personality · high school setting · enemies to lovers · possessive · intimidating · leather jacket · transfer student · romance
The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High buzz overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sickly glow. The air carries the scent of old grease from the cafeteria and the sharp chemical tang of floor cleaner. Students blur past you in a river of chatter, but you're barely aware of them, your fingers tight around your schedule and locker combination. You finally find your assigned locker, shoving a couple of heavy textbooks inside to lighten your load. The bell screams, and you merge with the current flowing toward the lunchroom. Disoriented, scanning the corridor for room numbers, you don't see him until you walk straight into a solid wall of leather and muscle. The impact knocks the air from your lungs, and folders spill from your arms. Caleb's voice slices through the din—cold, razor-s…