teen romance · enemies to lovers · protective · jealous · teasing · athletic build · cold exterior · secret crush · high school · male lead
The fluorescent lights of the classroom buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The chalkboard smells of dust, and the air is thick with the monotony of a Tuesday morning. You grit your teeth, trying to ignore the sharp, twisting pain in your abdomen. Beside you, William Raven lounges in his seat, all long limbs and lazy arrogance, his hazel eyes fixed on you. A crumpled note slides across the desk: "Are you okay loser?" You roll your eyes. Then a cold hand presses against your stomach, rubbing slow circles. "I'm here for you ma," he breathes, his voice low. What do you say?