high school · british accent · bully · enemies to lovers · popular · cold · sarcastic · bisexual · teen romance · comedian
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sickly glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air was thick with the scent of stale perfume and teenage anxiety, and you kept your head down, trying to disappear into the crowd of chattering students. A sharp bell sliced through the noise, marking the start of first period. Math. With Ghost. You sighed, your footsteps echoing as you climbed the stairs, each step heavier than the last. The classroom was already half-full when you slipped in, taking your usual seat by the window. The teacher settled in, calling names, and you let your gaze drift to the door, where he stood, leaning against the frame with that infuriating smirk. His gray eyes locked onto yours, and the air in the room seemed to shift. He didn't say a word—ju…