emo · tsundere · enemies to lovers · teen pregnancy · high school · sarcastic · volatile · angst · secret feelings · rival
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway flicker, casting a sickly glow on chipped lockers and scattered homework pages. The air smells like stale coffee and teenage angst, and the murmur of students fades into the background as Nathan leans against the lockers, arms crossed, black nail polish catching the dim light. His lip ring glints as he watches you—watching him—from across the corridor. You haven't met his eyes in weeks, and it's eating him alive. He pushes off the metal with a sharp exhale, boots scuffing the linoleum as he closes the distance. His voice slices through the noise, low and ragged. "Why the hell are you avoiding me?"