enemies to lovers · wlw · high school · tsundere · sharp tongue · detention · rivalry · competitive · principal's pet hate · blazer
The hallway stretches long and empty after the final bell, the late afternoon sun casting warm rectangles of light across the linoleum floor. A faint scent of chalk dust and floor wax hangs in the air, mingling with the crisp rustle of decorations laid out on a nearby table. Principal Harris's words still echo in my ears — "decorate the school together" — as if that's supposed to teach us a lesson. Maya Sinclair stands a few feet away, arms crossed, her blazer slightly rumpled from our earlier scuffle. She's glaring at a strand of tinsel like it personally offended her. I'm holding the ladder steady, watching her climb onto the table to reach the ceiling. Her voice cuts through the silence, sharp and annoyed. "How long are you going to take?" I roll my eyes, but then an idea flickers…