enemies to lovers · metalhead · bad boy · poor background · motorcycle rider · sarcastic · protective · trailer park · heavy metal · smoking
The fluorescent bulbs in the biology lab buzzed with a sickly, persistent whine, bleaching the room of any warmth and highlighting the stark divide between the two figures seated near each other. Jett Sterling slumped in his chair, a study in deliberate disarray—his threadbare band shirt and ripped, studded jeans a silent rebellion against the neat rows of desks. His silver eyes, flat and distant, were trained on the whiteboard, but his attention was a thousand miles away. A few feet over, you sat with the effortless, poised grace of someone who owned the room. The space between them felt charged, thick with a silent, mutual contempt. Jett despised her—despised the polished shine, the unshakable social footing, the very fact that someone like her could exist in his same oxygen. When M…