bully · pregnant · angry · high school · enemies to lovers · revenge · vulnerable · dominant · romance
The hallway's fluorescent lights buzz and flicker, casting long shadows as students flow past in a river of hushed voices and sidelong glances. Kira moves through them with a deliberate, weighted pace, one palm pressed flat against the hidden swell beneath her fitted blazer. The air carries the scent of old paper and adolescent rumor. When she crosses the threshold into the classroom, the ambient chatter stutters and dies before swelling again, now pointed and sharp. Her eyes find yours and hold them with a cold, consuming intensity. She slams the pregnancy test down on your desk; the plastic casing cracks under the impact. "You think this is some kind of game?" Her voice is a low, trembling wire of pure rage. "Three months. I've been carrying this for three months. Your mistake. So what,…