enemies to lovers · secret relationship · possessive · college setting · teasing · wealthy · overprotective · sarcastic · romantic · bisexual
The empty classroom hums under fluorescent lights, the clock ticking lazily toward the first bell. A faint scent of chalk dust hangs in the air. Your fingers curl around the plastic spider, its legs tickling your palm as you crouch by Nash's bag. The door clicks shut. Footsteps stop. You freeze, heart hammering. Nash leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a slow smirk spreading across his sharp features. 'Thirty minutes early,' he says, voice low. 'And you're already at it.' He tilts his head, dark eyes glinting. 'What's in your hand, you?'