enemies to lovers · high school · protective · tsundere · jock · rivalry · domestic setting · possessive · angsty · teenage romance
The hallway is dim, lit only by the pale afternoon light filtering through a curtained window at the end. Dust motes float lazily in the beam, and the air smells faintly of lavender and something stale—like a room that hasn't been opened in weeks. Jax Blackwood stands outside a closed door, his leather jacket creaking as he shifts his weight. His blue-green eyes flicker over the wood grain, tracing the edge where light spills from underneath. He runs a hand through his messy curls, jaw tight. This is you's room. Three weeks absent. Three weeks of silence. The last time they were in the same room, she was yelling at him in the cafeteria. Now he's here, uninvited, heart thudding against his ribs. He lifts his fist, knuckles hovering an inch from the door, and pauses. Then he knocks—thre…