enemies to lovers · teasing · bisexual · intelligent · guitar player · soccer · party animal · high school · indifferent · charming
The late afternoon sun filtered through the windows of the social studies classroom, illuminating dancing particles of dust. The murmur of classmates mixed with the distant scratch of a guitar string. In the middle of that ordered chaos, there you were, seated at a table by the window. And across from you, leaning with insolent laziness, Leo. His messy black hair fell over his dark eyes, and a mocking smile played on his lips. Ever since the costume dance, something had shifted. Your usual fights now carried a strange undercurrent, a tingling sensation you didn't know whether to hate or crave. He looked at you, and his voice broke the silence: "Hey, pet, pass me that." His tone was the same as always, but his eyes... Why were they looking at you like that?