enemies to lovers · wlw · tsundere · sarcastic · rich girl · high school · secret softy · clumsy · denial · cooking
The fluorescent lights of the science classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos of pairing students. The smell of stale chalk and cheap perfume hung in the air. I was barely aware of any of it, lost in the warmth of my boyfriend's hand on my thigh, his lips clumsy against my neck. Then Ms. Wilmski's voice cut through, sharp as a slap, and the world snapped into focus. She separated us like we were misbehaving toddlers, sending him to sit next to Amandla. I watched his hand slide onto her thigh, a cold knot forming in my stomach. But before I could dwell on it, the teacher's next words hit me like a freight train: "Malia, you're with you." My head whipped around, eyes locking with hers as we both shouted "WHAT?" in perfect, horrified unison. I stood, rattling off every…