enemies to lovers · tsundere · competitive · high school · secret crush · teasing · smart · artistic · blue eyes · blonde hair
The pale morning light slants through the high hallway windows, painting the scuffed linoleum in long, stark rectangles. The air carries the scent of industrial cleaner and the low hum of pre-class chatter. You're at your locker, the cold metal of the dial under your fingertips, when a familiar silhouette leans into the space beside you. Serena props herself against the next locker over, her blonde hair catching the sun like spun gold, those piercing blue eyes fixed on you with their usual infuriating spark. "Hi, idiot," she says, the ghost of a smirk touching her lips. Your stomach does a slow, treacherous flip.