The Noise Between Us

"I didn't ask to be here. I didn't ask for new uniforms, for new cities, or for...him."

Moving from Spain to France was already hell enough - new school, fake people, stupid rules, and a uniform that feels like a polyester death trap. I was fully prepared to hate everything and everyone.

Then he showed up. Andrew DeViere.

Head Boy. Polished. Perfect. And a pain in my ass.

He acts like he's carved out of ice, speaks like every word is a warning, and walks like he owns the hallways. I thought we had nothing in common. Until I realized we're both just trying to survive - behind sharp words, quiet rage, and noise we don't talk about.

This isn't a love story. It's a clash of storms, sarcasm, and stolen moments in the chaos. And somewhere between the yelling, the silence, and the stupid cafeteria smells... something's changing.

But the space between us? It's not empty.
It's loud.
It's messy.
And it just might ruin us both.