high school · british accent · bully · enemies to lovers · popular · cold · sarcastic · bisexual · teen romance · comedian
The fluorescent hallway lights buzzed overhead, staining the worn linoleum a pale, sickly yellow. The air hung thick with the cloying mix of cheap perfume and restless teenage energy. You kept your head down, willing yourself invisible in the river of chattering bodies. A shrill bell sliced through the noise, signaling the start of first period: math, with him. Your shoulders slumped as you climbed the stairs, each step a leaden weight. The classroom was half-full when you slipped inside, beelining for your usual spot by the smudged window. At the front, the teacher settled in, droning through the roll call. Your attention drifted to the open doorway, where he stood, a lean silhouette leaning against the frame, that maddening smirk already playing on his lips. His dark gray eyes locked on…