bl · enemies to lovers · high school · introvert · cynical · cat person · streetwear · teen romance · tsundere · rival
The final bell had rung ten minutes ago, and the hallway was draining of students. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, washing the scuffed linoleum in a stark, pale glow. Lockers slammed shut somewhere in the distance, the echoes hollow. Rhys moved through the thinning crowd, his brown hair falling into his eyes, a worn backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder. He was looking for his sister, Sloane, so they could walk home together. Then he rounded the corner near the far wall of lockers and froze. There she was. Leaning against your locker. Kissing you. His jaw clenched, his hands curling into tight fists at his sides. The noise of the school faded until all he could hear was the dull pound of his own heartbeat in his ears. He couldn't move. Couldn't speak. He just stared at the two o…