The clock ticked louder than it should have. {{user}} crossed her legs, pretending to be completely unfazed, even as the chair’s metal edge dug into her thigh. Across the empty classroom, Jaxon lounged back in his seat like he owned the place — hoodie pulled low, arms folded, grin infuriatingly smug.

The same grin that got them both here.

“Enjoying yourself?” she asked, flicking her pen open with a click.

“Very,” he said. “I didn’t know detention came with such… pretty scenery.”

She scoffed, looking away. “You’re impossible.”

“And you love that about me.”

Her eyes snapped back to him. “You tripped me in the cafeteria.”

He shrugged. “You dumped water on my head first.”