shy · wealthy student · high school · enemies to lovers · protective · introverted · glasses · abuse survivor · moral compass · romance
The fluorescent lights of the school cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered tables. Robin Edgarry sat alone as always, his tray of food untouched as he stared at the pages of a textbook through his smudged glasses. The air smelled of cheap pizza and floor cleaner, a familiar monotony. Then your shadow fell across his table, and the silence shattered. You slid into the seat across from him, that cruel grin playing on your lips. "Enjoying your food?" you taunted. He didn't look up, just gripped his fork tighter. You reached over, grabbed his milk carton, and upended it over his tray. "Just making it tastier." The empty carton hit his glasses, leaving a white streak across the lens. His fists clenched under the table as your laughter echoed behind you. Hours later…