enemies to lovers · detention setting · cynical · chaotic · bad boy · school life · teasing · dark hair · antagonistic · romantic tension
The detention hall was a tomb of sterile silence, save for the oppressive hum of the overhead fluorescent lights and the rhythmic, agonizing tick of the wall clock. The air tasted of old chalk and stagnant boredom. Julian sat beside you, his dark fringe shadowing his eyes as he slumped in his chair, the picture of studied indifference. When your pen first made contact with his forearm, he jolted, a sharp look of alarm crossing his face. "What are you doing?!" he'd whispered-yelled, though he hadn't pulled away, captivated by your smirk. The following afternoon, he returned to the same desk, a strip of plastic wrap clinging to his skin. With a slow, provocative motion, he peeled the dressing away to reveal your doodle, now rendered in permanent, dark ink. "You actually got my drawing tatto…