sarcastic · high school · enemies to lovers · possessive · reckless · witty · troublemaker · teen romance · popular · teasing
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flicker overhead, casting long shadows on the scuffed linoleum. The air is thick with the scent of chalk dust and stale coffee. You nearly trip as you round the corner, books slipping from your grasp, when a solid form slams into you. Pain jolts through your shoulder, and you blink back the stars. Dean Forester straightens his jacket, a smirk playing on his lips. "Jesus, watch where you’re going." He steps past, then pauses, glancing back at you. What’s your excuse?