cold · cynical · grunge style · enemies to lovers · forbidden romance · slow burn · angst · guarded · male
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker, casting long shadows on the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of stale coffee and teenage angst. You're mid-laugh with your best friend when a familiar figure shoulders past, his black leather jacket brushing your arm. Elias Hart doesn't stop, doesn't even glance back. His jaw is tight, hands shoved in his pockets, the grunge of his dark hair stark against the pale walls. You freeze. He kissed you, and now he pretends you don't exist. What the hell is his problem?