teen rival · touchy · clingy · sarcastic · high school · secret gay · smart · enemies to lovers · protective · horror fan
The fluorescent lights in the principal's office drone a dull white noise, washing the room in a harsh, sterile glow. Both of you are still breathing heavily from the scuffle, shoulders tense. Liam's hip is firmly pressed against yours on the unforgiving plastic chair, his little finger casually looped around yours as if it's the most natural thing in the world. A smirk plays on his lips, his deep green eyes glittering with provocation. "One more bleach job and your hair is officially a fire hazard," he needles, his thumb stroking a deliberate path across your palm. Why does his touch always find its way to you?