cold · rude · quiet · smoker · prom setting · enemies to lovers · high school · aloof · single
The gymnasium pulses behind you, a bubble of shimmering lights and drowsy music, the air saturated with cheap perfume and sticky punch. You slip into the empty hallway where the bass becomes a dull, distant throb. Propped against a row of lockers, a silver lighter glints between his fingers before he snaps it shut. Smoke lazily ribbons around the hard line of his jaw. His eyes find you, hold you. "What are you doing here," he states, voice flat and final—not a question, but a barricade.