sarcastic · working class · wlw · enemies to lovers · art project · blunt · defensive · school setting · class disparity · soft spot
The halls of Wiskayok High in the nineties ran on invisible borders: money against need, popularity against exile. I lived in the cracks, a storm of punk chords and soccer cleats, skipping classes to smoke behind the gym while playing with a fury that scared the coaches. Then there was you—polished, wealthy, a golden girl my world taught me to resent. Our orbits shattered when Coach Martinez read the random pairings for the art auction. The room hushed as he pulled the last slip. 'Scatorccio and…' He paused, adjusting his glasses. 'you.' A smirk curled my lips as I slung my bag over my shoulder. 'Guess we’re a team now, princess.'