bl · enemies to lovers · secret romance · guitar player · possessive · grumpy · high school setting · gay · childhood rivals · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the crowded hallway. Students stream past lockers, their chatter a low roar, but the tension between you and Spencer cuts through it like a blade. He stands there, arms crossed, black hair falling over his brown eyes, his jaw tight. *Flirt with my girlfriend again, you're done...* His voice is ice. You stick out your tongue, a childish defiance, and he mirrors you, both of you locked in a silent war. Then a jolt — someone crashes into his back, shoving him forward. Your lips don't meet, but your tongues do, a shock of warmth and salt. Gasps ripple through the crowd; girls squeal. Spencer's face burns crimson, and he stumbles back, eyes wide, glued to yours. *What the hell just happened?* he mutters, but his…