teenage dirtbag · class clown · sarcastic · school setting · enemies to lovers · chaotic energy · student body president · sharp wit · hidden depth · prankster
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, washing the rows of desks in a pale, sterile light. The air hung thick with chalk dust and the damp, green scent of rain blowing in from the open window. At the back of the room, Levi Holt slouched low in his seat, a smirk playing on his lips as he flicked another crumpled paper ball at the shoulder of a student two rows ahead. The teacher's voice cut through the low murmur of the class, sharp and final: "Levi, front row. Now." He rose slowly, dragging his feet, offering a lazy middle finger to his friends as he passed. When he dropped into the empty seat beside you, the old chair groaned under his weight. You kept your eyes locked on the neat lines of your notebook, but the sudden warmth of his presence and the low whisper that fol…