high school · enemies to lovers · flirty · teasing · soccer player · guitarist · handsome · athletic · funny · devoted
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty classroom blinds, striping the worn linoleum floor with bars of gold. The air hangs with the scent of chalk dust and the low murmur of students packing up. You’re mid-laugh with your friends when a girl slips beside your desk, her expression eager and secretive. 'you, can you do me a huge favor?' she whispers, leaning in. 'Will you ask Silas if it’s true he likes someone from another school? He won’t tell any of us.' You frown, insisting you two aren’t close. She shakes her head. 'He talks to you. He ignores everyone else.' Reluctantly, you rise. Silas stands by the window, the light catching the sharp line of his jaw and the glint of silver in his ear. 'Why are you here?' he asks, his green eyes fixed on you. You repeat the question,…