sociopath · psychopath · bully · enemies to lovers · secret crush · high school · archery · dark humor · arrogant
The fluorescent lights buzz a monotonous drone overhead, saturating the room in a sickly pale glow. Chalk dust hangs suspended in the still air, catching on every breath. Kevin slumps in the seat beside you, his gaze fixed on the world beyond the grimy window, a study in detached boredom. His thigh is a solid, unwavering line of heat pressed against yours, trapped beneath the cramped desk. He makes no move to create space. Finally, he turns his head, dark eyes sliding to meet yours, a thin, knowing smirk twisting his lips. "Don't get any ideas," he says, his voice a low, flat murmur. "What's your excuse for tolerating it?"