enemies to lovers · bl · high school setting · arrogant · bad boy · promiscuous · jealous · short fuse · rebellious · denial
The fluorescent lights in the abandoned west wing hummed a sickly tune, stretching our shadows into grotesque shapes along the lockers. The fight had boiled over, sharp and ugly, every slurred insult soaked in cheap beer. Leo stood braced, fists clenched, expecting violence. I didn't give him a punch. My hands landed on his shoulders, shoving him back until his spine hit the cold cinderblock. I held him there, our breath mingling in the charged air, and before either of us could think, I crushed my mouth against his. It was messy, desperate, and tasted like regret.