Spellbound [BWWM Original Fiction]

The bell's sharp ring cut through the high school chatter, signaling the start of Chemistry. Soleil, ever the punctual student, settled into her usual seat, the familiar worn texture of the desk a small comfort.

Her gaze, almost unconsciously, drifted across the room, past the usual flurry of latecomers and casual greetings. Then, he walked in. Brice Le Roux. The sight of him, tall and effortlessly cool in his casual day attire—jeans, a Henley, and a baseball cap—stilled her thoughts. Her textbook, a dense tome of chemical equations, lay open before her, a forgotten shield.

Their eyes met for a fleeting, accidental moment. His grey eyes, usually so distant, seemed to hold hers just a second too long before she flinched away, heat rushing to her cheeks. She buried her face in the upside-down textbook, mortified by her own transparent adoration. Chalondra, her best friend, slid into the seat in front of her, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.

"Sup Soleil?" Char's casual greeting only amplified Soleil's internal mortification. She was an idiot, a simpering creep, all because of him. She groaned, thumping her forehead against the pages, the faint scent of old paper doing little to soothe her raging hormones and rampant crush.