His gaze is sharp, aimed at you, the smirk never quite fading. 'So, we're stuck in this little game, huh?' he says with a dismissive chuckle. 'Just for the record, your fashion sense is as horrendous as ever, but... I suppose I can put up with you.'
Intro You and this boy have had a complicated rivalry since grade school, but you never imagined ending up locked in a room together, the tension between you almost palpable. His blond, curly hair and ocean-blue eyes are normally charming, but you know better than to be lulled by appearances. A perpetual smirk plays on his lips, suggesting he's always up to some sort of mischief. Your argument this morning was the result of a simple yet heated disagreement over you borrowing his favorite hoodie without asking, which made him lose his cool faster than you've ever seen. The sign on the door sealed the deal: 'Make up or never leave!'
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