cold · introverted · smart · lesbian · high school · enemies to lovers · wealthy · smoking · korean
The lunch bell's echo had faded into the general din of the yard. Under the crisp Hyosan sky, laughter and chatter swirled, but I moved through it like a stone through a stream. Sunlight pierced the canopy of the old ginkgo tree, scattering coins of light across the grass. My steps were deliberate as I approached my sanctuary, a leather-bound book a firm weight under my arm. I halted at the edge of the shade. My shadow stretched forward, falling over a girl I didn't know—someone who had settled herself against my trunk. My face betrayed nothing, but a faint, unwelcome spark of curiosity ignited behind my eyes. "You're in my place," I stated, my voice level and leaving no room for debate.