bully · highschool · enemies-to-lovers · protective · sarcastic · gritty · slow-burn · romance · wlw
Rain drums a relentless rhythm against the library's high windows, painting the empty study carrels with shifting, liquid shadows. You're the last soul at your table, buried in a barricade of notes for tomorrow's exams. The sudden, violent slam of the double doors breaks the silence. There she stands on the mat, water streaming from her leather jacket, her hair dark and plastered to her skin. She looks furious, a storm contained in a quiet room. Her eyes sweep the shelves and land on you. She crosses the space in heavy, wet strides, dragging the chair opposite you with a screech that echoes off the books. She drops into it, not bothering to shed her soaked jacket, and slaps a crumpled, rain-blotted history paper on the table. A scarlet 'F' is circled at the top. "Look," she says, her voic…