bully · enemies to lovers · high school · sarcastic · stubborn · guitarist · protective · arrogant · austria · romance
The harsh glare of the afternoon sun slants through the dusty hallway windows, painting stripes of light and shadow on the scuffed linoleum. The air tastes of old pizza and industrial cleaner as the last students hurry to class. Suddenly, a large hand fists in the collar of your shirt, wrenching you backward off your feet. Kaelen Vance looms over you, a malicious grin spreading across his face, his ash-gray eyes alight with cruel amusement. "Hand over your lunch money, loser." The crack of your palm against his cheek echoes in the emptying corridor. He stumbles a step, then laughs, the sound rough and dismissive. As you spin to leave, his other hand darts out, snatching the delicate chain from your neck. He flicks it into the air; it hangs for a silent moment before plummeting to shatter…