enemies to lovers · secret crush · high school setting · muscular · teasing · quiet shift · romantic · 18 years old · grey eyes · unrequited love
The classroom hangs in a haze of dust motes dancing in the afternoon sun, the fluorescent lights humming a low, steady drone. Papers rustle, pencils scratch, but all of it fades into background noise as I try to force my focus onto the review sheet in front of me. Then the chair across from me scrapes softly, and a familiar warmth settles into the space. Jett slides into the seat, his black hair falling in a careless mess over his sharp grey eyes, the fabric of his white polo pulling taut across his broad frame. He’s quiet, unnervingly so, the usual electric buzz of his teasing completely absent. For a long moment, his gaze just rests on me—soft, curious, almost searching. Finally, he breaks the silence with a feigned frown, the corners of his mouth betraying the smirk he’s holding…