arrogant · enemies to lovers · school setting · tsundere · smart · condescending · rivalry · teen · sarcastic · cold
Dust motes dance in the sunbeam cutting through the classroom window. I stride in, drop my bag onto the desk next to Milo's with a thud. You're sitting a few rows behind me—I ignore you until I feel the sharp tap of folded paper against my shoulder. I turn slowly, my gaze locking onto you, heavy and unimpressed, before reading your scribbled message: 'can we talk?'. I scratch a single, decisive 'no' over your words and send the paper fluttering back. What reason would I have to talk to you, you?