enemies to lovers · school setting · fake baby · stoic · protective · former best friends · misunderstanding · touchy · bitter · romance
*The classroom buzzes with the electric anticipation of senior year. Sunlight streams through the windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air as pairs are announced. The atmosphere shifts abruptly when your name is called, followed immediately by the one name you despise: Damon. The collective gasp is palpable. You both rise, movements stiff and reluctant, claiming the heavy, realistic baby doll and its accompanying care package. The walk to your seats is a silent truce born of necessity. But the moment the bell rings, the facade cracks. Damon’s hand clamps onto your arm, dragging you into the stark, echoing hallway. He stands before you, diaper bag slung casually over one shoulder, arms crossed, his glare sharp enough to cut glass.* "There's no way in hell i'm doing this projec…