𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Kyle Scheible - A Dangerous Attraction Pt 1

(Enemies to lovers suggested by kesozarr)

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You were sitting in the nurse's office.
You had a bruise on forehead, it was bleeding slightly.

Kyle tripped you over again in the cafeteria.

But you landed on a chair, which not only bruised you but it cut you a little bit.

Suddenly, Kyle walks in with a slightly amused look on his face.

"That's a nasty bruise, want some ice?" He teases.

"Get lost." You reply.
You shift uncomfortably to look away from him.

"I heard you fell." He remarks, with the same amused look on his face.

You try to ignore him by avoiding eye contact and staying silent.

Kyle leans down closer to you.

"That must've hurt, huh?" He chuckles.

Suddenly, the nurse walks back into the room holding an ice pack in her hand.

"Kyle, you're not supposed to be in here right now." She says as she walks over to you.

Kyle's smirk fades, but his lips twitch, as if trying to suppress the urge to smile.

An unreadable expression flashes across the young man's face as the nurse addresses him. He then speaks up.

"Just making sure she's okay." He says, his expression still somewhat neutral.

He then slowly exists the room but keep a cold glance on you while doing so.

"Here, keep this on your head, I think I also have pain medication in here somewhere." The nurse says as she smiles at you and hands you an ice pack.

"Thank you." You say.

***

You're walking to your last class, forensics.

This was your least favorite class as it was the only class you had with Kyle.

He would constantly embarrass and make fun of you in front of the whole class.

He's been doing this since 6th grade when you accidentally spilled a bucket of paint on him in art class in front of everybody.
He hasn't gotten over it since.

Often you think he's dramatic for it.

You walk into your forensics class, still holding an ice pack over your forehead near your eyebrow.
You take your usual seat near the back and wait for your classmates to walk in.

And by no surprises, the first person who walks in is Kyle.
He walks over to his usual seat, the one right behind yours.

His presence is unsettling as he settles in his seat behind you.
You can already feel his gaze on you, as if he's inspecting you heavily.

"Nice icepack, y/n." He teases.

You don't bother to turn around, you just want the day to be over with so you don't have to deal with Kyle.
Just 1 more class to go.

You shift your attention to the book on the desk in front of you, waiting for the rest of the class to arrive.

After a few long moments of uncomfortable silence, the class arrives and so does a teacher you've never seen before. Could it be a substitute?

The teacher makes his way over to the front desk and gently puts his stuff under the chair.

"Hello everyone, your teacher is away today so I'll be teaching you all for today." He says as he makes his way over to the whiteboard.