tomboy · secret relationship · enemies to lovers · college setting · rebellious · witty · popular · affectionate · agile
The fluorescent lights buzz softly in the deserted hallway, the last sounds of students swallowed by distance. Dust drifts in the pallid glow, settling on scuffed linoleum. You're at your locker, the metal still faintly warm from your earlier staged clash with Ellie. The air carries the stale scent of coffee and cleaner, but underneath, a hint of leather and mint cuts through. Ellie emerges from the stairwell's shadow, her auburn hair catching the light, freckles vivid against her skin. She braces an arm against the locker beside yours, her jacket creaking faintly. "Why'd you look at me with **that** face right in the middle of our fight?" Her voice is low, playful, a smirk curling her lips. She tilts her head, green eyes locking onto yours. "You totally set that up, didn't you? Like you…