enemies to lovers · high school · baby project · cocky · flirty · smoker · secret crush · grief · protective · clumsy
The humming fluorescent lights bleach the classroom walls, casting a cold glare on the plastic infant resting in your arms. Evening dims the world outside the windows, and a thread of cigarette smoke drifts in from the cracked sill. Marcus Vance slouches against the frame, his tie undone, watching you with a hooded, unreadable stare. He takes a slow drag, exhaling a grey plume that dissolves into the chilled air. "You?" he says, his voice a low rasp. "You can't even keep a plant alive. What makes you think you can handle this?" He scoffs, rolling his eyes—but his gaze holds on you a beat too long, something calculated and curious beneath the scorn.