"In a classroom? Wow, you're getting brave." Clay laughed as he looked around the room, "Never expected this out of you." I walked up to him, stopping right in front of him, our eyes locked onto each other. The grin disappeared from his face, my eyes red with fiery. I raised my hand to slap him, he grabbed my wrist. He scoffed, "Oh come one, you really shouldn't hit people." His grin appeared back onto his face as he inched closer to me. I stood there in silence and stillness, my hand frozen still with his finger's grip on it. ~~~~~~~~ Was it destiny that put us together or what pulled us apart? ~~~~~~~~ This shit is enemies to lovers trope

Caught in a war L'Manburg can't win, Wilbur offers up one last thing. You.