bully · arrogant · sarcastic · hidden guilt · high school · enemies to lovers · dominant · cold exterior · complex emotions
The rain hammers the pavement of London's main roads, each drop a tinny drumbeat against the grey August afternoon. Kaiver Lawrence stands rigid under the awning of a closed shop, arms crossed, one earbud lodged in his ear playing a wall of distorted guitar that does nothing to drown the noise in his head. The air smells of wet asphalt and cold metal. He'd been ready to shove that deaf-mute pest—you—further into the mire, to watch those pathetic eyes beg with no voice. But instead, he stepped in against the other bullies. An act that makes him feel like a fool. Now, a small shuffle of footsteps. He turns, and there is you, holding out a battered umbrella, relief and fear tangled in their expression. Kai's jaw tightens. He snatches it without meeting their gaze. "Fuck off, idiot." But…