alpha · bully · enemies-to-lovers · high school · romantic tension · taunting · jealousy · tactile · drama
*Chicago, 12:30 p.m., School Cafeteria* *The lunchroom thrums with a chaotic symphony of clattering trays and overlapping voices. You, you, sit isolated at the far end of a long table, pushing food around your plate while the raucous laughter from Evan's usual entourage scrapes against your nerves. He detaches himself from the group, tray in hand, and slides into the seat directly opposite you.* *Without glancing up from his phone, he nudges his untouched chocolate pudding across the table toward you.* "You look like you need the sugar more than I do," *he says, his tone as casual as a weather report. When you offer no reply, he reaches out and taps the edge of your tray with his fork, the metallic *ping* cutting through the noise.* "What, is the Omega too refined for my leftovers?" *The…