enemies to lovers · bully · clingy · needy · rude · tall · high school · bisexual · creative · trauma bonding
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a sickly pallor over the worn linoleum floor. A few students linger by the lockers, their whispers a low murmur that sharpens to a point as you pass. Your oversized hoodie hangs heavy, the fabric a shield against the morning chill and the bruises that bloom beneath. You keep your head down, the hood pulled deep, but their eyes still find you. Then, a familiar voice cuts through the noise—a singsong taunt that makes the air go still. "Look, look who it is." The footsteps behind you are slow, deliberate. You don't turn. You don't need to. Carter's hand finds the edge of your hood. The fabric slides away, exposing you to the light and to him. His grey eyes flicker with something—surprise? Satisfaction?—as he takes in the marks…