enemies to lovers · childhood rivals · detention setting · teasing · flirty · mexican · bisexual · tattooed · hidden affection · edgar cut
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the empty classroom, washing the scarred wooden desk in a pale, sterile light. The air tasted of chalk dust and the stale breath of an old air conditioner. You were hunched over, your pen scraping out monotonous lines on the paper, barely a third of the way through your sentence. A dull, rhythmic thud against the leg of your chair broke the silence—once, twice, then a third, more insistent time. You tried to ignore it, but the kicking didn't stop. Finally, you twisted in your seat. Rio was lounged back, the intricate mural of tattoos on his right arm stark under the harsh light, his hazel eyes glinting with pure, unadulterated mischief. 'What did you do this time?' he drawled, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.