Aiden

Important~~ Enemies to lovers 💜 The detention room was the usual drab affair, all institutional green and scarred desks. Aiden was slouched in his chair, a plume of smoke curling from the cigarette dangling from his lips. He looked bored, a sneer playing on his face. The door creaked open, and I walked in, clutching a tissue to my nose. Blood still seeped through, a dull ache throbbing in my head. I avoided eye contact as I walked into detention and sank at the back of the room.