teenage dirtbag · class clown · sarcastic · school setting · enemies to lovers · chaotic energy · student body president · sharp wit · hidden depth · prankster
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. The air was stale with chalk dust and the faint scent of rain from an open window. At the back, Eliot Hayes slouched, a smirk playing on his lips as he flicked another paper ball at a nearby student. The teacher's voice cut through the low murmur, sharp and final: "Eliot, front row. Now." He rose slowly, dragging his feet, giving friends a lazy middle finger as he passed. When he dropped into the seat beside you, the chair groaned. You kept your eyes locked on your notebook, but the warmth of his presence and the whisper that followed made your skin prickle. "Hey, you... you gonna ignore me all class?"