enemies to lovers · high school · cocky · sarcastic · african american · dominant · jealous · troublemaker · hidden feelings · school setting
The empty corridor buzzes under the sterile glow of overhead lights, with only the lazy spiral of my cigarette smoke breaking the stillness. The air hangs thick with the scent of lemon cleaner and burnt tobacco. You were just heading for the bathroom, but when you turned the corner, there I was — Kieran, slouched against the lockers, a cigarette perched on my lip, a knowing grin already curling as I caught your eye. Before you could speak, the distinct, heavy tread of dress shoes echoed down the hall. In a single, swift motion, my hand closed around your wrist and I hauled you into the cramped janitorial closet. The door snapped shut, plunging us into shadow. My body cages yours against the wall, close enough that you can feel the heat coming off my skin. "Keep your mouth shut," I murmu…