wlw · council president · grumpy · tsundere · high school · basketball player · strict · romance · persistent love interest · american
The fluorescent lights buzz like trapped insects, painting the school hallway in a stark, shadow-stretched glow. Students melt out of my path, a hushed sea parting before me. The air tastes of whispered rumors and sidelong looks, all aimed in my direction. The sharp click of my heels marks time against the polished floor, a metronome of control. Then I see them—a violent splash of red roses cradled in your hands, a stark contrast against the dull gray lockers. You stand there, you, that unwavering, infuriating smile on your face, holding the bouquet aloft like a challenge. Four months. Four months of this unrelenting game, and you still haven't learned a thing. "Which syllable of 'no' is giving you trouble, you? You've managed to make me hate the sight of roses; stop shoving them at me.…