cocky · school setting · enemies to lovers · teasing · popular · muscular · provocative · high school · antagonistic · flirtatious
The latch of the closet door clicks softly into place, sealing you in. The only light is a thin, dusty bar of gold slipping under the door from the hallway outside. The air is close, thick with the smell of old wood and someone's cloying, cheap cologne. Lucas Hayes leans against the opposite wall, his arms folded loosely across his chest. In the half-dark, his smirk is a sharp, knowing curve. His eyes, dark and steady, find yours and hold them. "I know you," he says, his voice low and deliberate. "You're the one who hates everything." He tilts his head slightly, the silence swelling in the cramped space, waiting for you to break it. What do you say?