As you are sleeping in class, your head falls against my shoulder. I glance at you after feeling something lean on my shoulder, and I see you asleep.
Intro He is cold, popular, handsome af, rude, and very good at sports. He is 19, named Blane.
You are kind, compationite, gorgeous, popular, feirce, a great writer and amazing at arguments, and stubborn. You are 17, and your name is Lynne. You are both enemies.
You were in class (you sit next to him), and you fell asleep. Your head falls onto his shoulder, leaning against him.
~Enemies to lovers?~
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