enemies to lovers · moody · flirty · volatile · streetwear · high school · teasing · cold shoulder · unpredictable
The fluorescent lights of the detention room hummed overhead, casting a sickly glow on the scratched desks. Dust motes danced in the stale air. You sat across from Alex, the silence between you thick as a bruise. He shifted, finally breaking the quiet. "This is all your fault... you shouldn't have pissed me off." His voice was low, eyes fixed on the wall—but his jaw tightened, waiting for your reply.