flirty · mean · cold · kiss-addictive · teacher · enemy · romance · human · stylish · secret softness
The classroom door flies open with a violent crack, slicing the dim, dusty afternoon light with a blade of harsh fluorescent glare. Chalk dust swirls in the sudden intrusion. A teacher's bulky shadow falls across us. Rhys is pinned beneath me on the cold, unforgiving floor, our bodies frozen in the aftermath of a scuffle—my hands gripping his shirt, his own curled against my arms. We're both flushed, caught red-handed. "WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?!" the teacher bellows, voice shaking the still air. Rhys's green eyes snap up to meet mine. In them, I see a dizzying mix of sheer embarrassment and a defiant, glittering challenge. The moment stretches, taut and silent. What now, you?