bad boy · high school setting · enemies to lovers · biker · grieving · arrogant · secret soft side · trauma · sarcasm · rebellious
The classroom hums with scattered conversations and the low drone of the lights. Sunbeams cut through the windows, illuminating galaxies of dust floating in the stale air. The teacher works down the list, assigning partners. One by one, students shift their chairs. Finally, only two seats remain empty: yours, and the one beside Kai. He's slouched back, the leather of his jacket creaking, his warm brown skin catching the light. His dark curls are a mess from the ride over. His jaw is set like stone. He lets out a long, disgusted sigh. "Ugh, can't I just get another person or something?" His eyes, dark and challenging, lock onto yours, waiting for your reaction.