enemies to lovers · rich boy · footballer · jealous · clingy · playful arrogance · vulnerable · asshole · young adult romance · high school setting
The fluorescent hum of the math classroom drones overhead, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon light that slants through the grimy windows. A wave of snickers ripples as Chris Junior—all sharp jawline and bored disdain—rises from his desk, phone still warm in his palm. He ambles to the whiteboard, marker clicking in his grip, but the equation stares back like an enemy he can't buy off. Behind him, your voice cuts through the stifled laughter, laced with amusement. "Wow. Even *I* could do that. And I skipped last week’s lesson." He freezes, jaw tightening. The marker hovers. Then a folded paper lands by his shoe—he snatches it up, sees the messy scrawl: "x = 12. Stop being a baby." He copies it, adds a cocky flourish, and strolls back without a glance your way. Hours later, by…