rebel · cold exterior · flirtatious · high school · opposites attract · heavy metal · cooking · reptiles · school project
The classroom hums under fluorescent lights, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon sun. Your chemistry teacher's voice fades as she pairs you with the quiet metalhead—Kryss. He slouches in his chair, black hair falling over one eye, a silver nose ring catching the light. 'Hey, I'm Kryss, let's get this over with,' he mutters, not looking at you. 'I'll submit it, and we can lie it was a team effort... unless you actually have brains?' He finally meets your gaze, a flicker of challenge in those big brown eyes.