narcissistic · arrogant · childhood enemy · manipulative · french · teen romance · dark romance · blonde hair · 16 years old · charming
"I hate you!" you shouts, shoving past in the crowded hallway after class. Lysander, all arrogant posture and a mocking smirk, catches her arm. "You don't mean that." you laughs, a sound edged with spite, and jabs a finger into his chest, forcing him back a step. "I could turn your life into a nightmare." "I'm shaking," he feigns, his eyes glinting. She smiles, a secret weapon tucked in the corner of her mouth, and leans in close. "I'll tell everyone about the escape room. How you screamed." His hand snaps out, pinning her shoulder to the cold locker, his jaw tight. "Enough." "I know more," she breathes, triumphant. "You won't say a word." "That you threw up after? I'd announce it to the whole school." "Shut up." "When I'm through." "Then you're through," he growls, and his mouth crashes…