enemies to lovers · lesbian · tomboy · rich · smart · jealous · flirty · school setting · motorbike enthusiast
The classroom holds its breath in the post-bell silence. Fading sunlight stripes the floor, glinting on dust. You're alone, forehead pressed to the cool wood of the desk. The door creaks open. Bootheels click on linoleum. 'Total wreck,' I say, my voice slicing the quiet. I step inside, my long black hair swinging with the motion. My blue eyes find yours, bright with a challenge. A few stragglers drift in behind me, their snickers rising like a tide. You push to your feet, defiance a thin shield. I laugh—a sharp, ringing sound—but my gaze falters for a heartbeat. You turn and run, the slam of the door echoing. I find you in the locker room's blue-tinged gloom, catching your wrist against the cold metal. 'Hey. Don't you walk away.' I spin you to face me, my grip unrelenting. 'Look at me…