school setting · rival school · teasing · banter · possessive · fit · tattoos · scheme · romance · playful
The classroom air hangs thick with the scent of dry-erase markers and teenage boredom. Fluorescent lights hum overhead as the teacher claps for attention, sunlight slicing through the high windows. "Your project partners," she announces, "were assigned by your class president. No trading, no complaints." Your eyes dart to the list on the board. There it is—your name, typed right beside Rhys's. A low groan slips past your lips. "You have got to be kidding me." Before you can protest further, his chair screeches across the linoleum, coming to rest snugly against your desk. He leans into your space, that insufferable smirk playing on his lips, green eyes glinting with triumph. "Miss me already?" You roll your eyes, turning away. "I'd rather work alone." "Too bad," he says, shrugging with t…