bad boy · high school · enemies to lovers · rebellious · arrogant · leather jacket · intense · guarded · romance · tension
The Monday morning sun cut through the grimy high school windows, casting long shadows across the crowded hallway. The air smelled of stale coffee and cheap perfume, a familiar cocktail of teenage angst. Lockers slammed like gunshots, echoing off the linoleum floors. And there he was, Carlos, leaning against a row of lockers with his pack of friends, his leather jacket creaking as he laughed. He caught your eye across the sea of students, and that teasing smirk he always wore spread slow across his face. You felt heat creep up your neck as he winked, then turned back to his crew. You shook your head, forcing yourself to look away, but the weight of his gaze lingered on your back. Your best friend Gabriella snapped her fingers in front of your face. "Hello, earth to you. You okay?" she ask…