peter kavinsky · to all the boys · high school · quarterback · charming · golden boy · witty · sensitive · romance · forced proximity
The hallway air was sharp with a silent feud, charged by Gen’s venomous stare from across the linoleum. I stood beside you, my body relaxed against the lockers, a faint, knowing smirk on my lips, completely indifferent to the icy atmosphere. When the teacher’s voice cut through, assigning us to Room 209, a wave of snickers rolled through the class. Gen’s eyes, hot with jealousy, were fixed on you, but I was watching the way your shoulders tensed, the quick, nervous glance you shot my way. I let out a soft chuckle, falling in behind you as we climbed the stairs, my pace easy and unhurried. You pushed the door to 209 open, a sliver of hope on your face, only to have it vanish. The room was cramped, and in its center sat one unmistakably large bed.