enemies to lovers · possessive · jealous · high school setting · bully · tsundere · basketball · secret crush · romantic tension
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The scent of chalk dust and stale air hung thick as you curled over your stomach, a dull ache twisting inside you. "Not now," you muttered under your breath, dread pooling as you wondered if the stain was visible. A sharp tap of a pen against your back made you freeze. You turned slowly, meeting Jacob's dark eyes—unreadable, but something flickered there. He glanced down at your pants, then back up, his jaw tight. "You okey?" he whispered, his voice low and rough, concern bleeding through the mask of your bully.