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𝙱𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙾𝚗 𝙿𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛 - PT 2

~In academia, love is the greatest rival~

TW: I have to put the trigger warning at the start for this one. Swearing, smoking, kissing and light intimacy.

WC: 2K

Tags: Fluff, enemies to lovers, academia, academic enemies to lovers, fluffy, wilna, rayna quinn, william lewis, trigger warning

Credits: Thanks to @twoandahalfdimes and @trinketcollectingcrow for letting me use their OCs Enzo and Francis respectively, love ya'll! Thanks to @strangergraphics for the dividers :D

Tagging: @twoandahalfdimes @light-of-the-room @trinketcollectingcrow @rambling-tam - lmk if you wanna be added!

Author's note: This was a bummer to write :') pretty emotion packed, I'd say, which is why it's 2k words lmao- as always, lmk if you find and mistakes! enjoy! <3

Rayna let out a shaky breath, her eyes locked onto the platform. She couldn’t believe it. He managed to get an entire speech prepared, and read it out on the stage? She thought even being here was hard enough, but he’d managed to go even further.

“How?!” Enzo scoffed, sitting up straight, “How did he manage to get himself on the stage?”

Francis shook his head in a mix of amusement and confusion, “I don’t know. Impressive, though,” He muttered, resting his elbow on the back of his seat.

“I do have quite a lot of experience in the field of psychology, however I enjoy dabbling in the discipline of physics. On that note, could I have a volunteer?” William’s voice echoed throughout the auditorium, his eyes flickering across the room, briefly locking eyes with her. He smirked and opened his mouth as if to speak.

Rayna was surprised that he could even see her from such a distance, but the excitement building up in her chest didn’t let her mind linger on that fact for long. She was ready to stand up, to run down the flight of stairs and be in the limelight with him, but that dream swiftly faded as his eyes were drawn towards a certain girl.

“Third row, girl with the green eyes, be a dear and come join me?” He requested gently, gesturing with his head towards the empty space beside me.

The girl slowly stood up, flattening down her skirt as she made her way towards the platform, fiddling with the hem of her shirt as she stood beside him, almost unsure.

William chose to ignore this. He looked at her, his face displaying no emotion. It was rather difficult to tell what he was feeling, “How would you admit your feelings to someone?” He asked abruptly.

She looked at him in befuddlement, raising an eyebrow as she slowly her head to look at him, her hand dropping to her side, “What?”

“How would you admit that you harbored feeling towards someone?” He repeated curiously, rather impatient as he waited for a response.

“Uh, just… be genuine, I guess?” She replied, shifting her weight as she avoided his unwavering gaze.

“So, you think if I were to have a… crush on someone in this room, I should just tell them? How sure are you that this works?” He cocked his head to the side in an almost mocking way, as if he knew the answer to his own question.

“Well… everyone likes honesty, so I suppose it’s likely to work?” She mumbled out in response, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden question.

“Interesting.” He whispered, scanning the room for someone he knew the name of, before his eyes landed on Rayna, “For hypothetical purposes, Rayna, I like you.” He said, his voice devoid of any emotion, in fact, he almost looked a bit disgruntled at having to say such a thing.

Rayna blinked, "Uhm, what?”

He rolled his eyes, his attitude having completely switched, “Fool. For hypothetical purposes, of course, say i told you i liked you. Not that I would, of course,” He chuckled, almost amused at the thought, “You’re quite strange, you are aware? Always have been. It’s not likely that I would like anyone, let alone you. But, tell me, what would you do in this situation?”

Rayna went silent, “Fuck you.” She breathed.

William hummed in slight amusement, “Oh?”

She nodded, her eyebrows narrowed, “You’re a bastard. I knew you were from day one. You really think that I would ever like someone like you? That I would even dream about loving a workaholic boy, obsessed with his strange hypothetical scenarios? So scared to go out into the real world that he just sits in his little bubble all day. Maybe that’s why you have no friends,” She spat, venom dripping from her teeth, every word she said like relief for her heart, but it somehow pained her even more. But saying it in front of everyone, oh, how she adored the hatred that settled in her heart.

His eyes widened just a fraction, his mouth agape. She watched in horror as he struggled to gain his composure, her heart taking a hit as she watched something she’d never seen before appear in his eyes. Genuine… dislike?

And so she carried on, all to distract herself from the fact she was hurting her own soul, “If I were pretty, would that make me better? If i weren’t so weird, maybe I’d meet your standards. But if your ‘type’ is so unrealistic, then i don’t even want to meet the criteria.” She grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder and storming down the stairs, giving him a final glare.

“What the fuck…?” Francis muttered, confusion and concern written all over his features.

"Khristos…” Enzo breathed, his mother tongue slipping into his words as he anxiously looked towards the exit she had fled from.

Rayna ran through the car park, trying desperately to make it to the coach. In her heartbroken head, it was the only safe haven she could think of. As she approached, worry clouded her mind as she saw the doors open.

She crept closer out of curiosity, stepping inside, her nostrils instantly being invaded with the smell of smoke. As she looked around, she saw a boy sitting in one of the seats, smoking as he scrolled on his phone.

“… Who are you?” She muttered, her eyes narrowing at the cigarette in his hand.

“Eh, just some boy invading your school’s ride home,” He smirked, slipping his phone into his pocket, “Better question, why're your eyes so red?”

She sniffed, rubbing her eyes, “I rub ‘em a lot.” She whispered.

“Lies, you look like you’re on crack,” He laughed, taking a hit of the cigarette, before looking up, “Do you? If you do, hand over the goods, will ya’?-”

“What? No!” She exclaimed, her offense obvious.

“No as in… you don’t have any… or no as in you won’t give me any?”

She scoffed at his audacity, cracking a smile, “I don’t have any..”

He sat up, resting his legs on the headrest of the seat directly in front of him, “So, what’s up then? Why are you upset?”

“Just… some guy, I guess,” She rolled her eyes at how pathetic she sounded, rubbing her nose.

“Yeah? What’s he like?” The boy inquired, taking the cigarette away from his mouth and letting out a long breath.

“Uh, he likes banter, he’s smart-”

The boy groaned, “Didn’t know that was a good thing, you always see those smart kids, what’s so special about ‘em?”

“Well, he’s different.”

“If he’s making you cry, clearly not,” He said, smiling at his own words and taking a drag of the cigarette.

"Hm,” Rayna mumbled in thought.

“So, did you come to hook up or what?”

“I- excuse me?” She was suddenly taken aback as she stared at the boy.

“Kids only ever come here if they want a bit of relief. You look like a goody two-shoes, like you attend every class. I doubt you’d leave that lecture for some fresh air. You came here for a reason. Probably to relieve stress. Why don’t I relieve some of that tension?” He smiled, standing up and walking towards her, tossing his cigarette out of the open door.

In the midst of her anger towards William, she lost all sense of control and reason, “Yeah,” She mumbled, “If you don’t mind.”the boy hummed, stepping closer and taking her by the waist, “Ever kissed someone?”

“No…” She mumbled under her breath, slightly embarrassed.

“Ah, and what? Everyone has a first time,” With that, he quickly pressed his lips to hers, savoring the feeling of her mouth against his.

Rayna went along with it. She had no clue what she was doing, but she was consumed by the taste of cigarettes and the scent of musk. She couldn’t care less how stupid and irrational she felt. She grasped his shoulders and pressed herself against him, rolling her hips against his with desperation. Even though she knew she had no feelings for this boy, she was in a hurry to drown her feelings with heat.

He groaned as their lips parted for a moment, “Damn, you really are needy.”

She nodded with a frown, “Help me, please.”

He shrugged, his hands drifting up her shirt, his fingers brushing over her stomach as he made his way higher and higher.

Rayna gulped, slowly beginning to regret her decision, but she couldn’t exactly back out now, could she? She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his hands over her, waiting for the inevitable.

“If you don’t get your hands off of her, I will break your fucking spine.” William practically growled from behind them.

Rayna jumped, quickly stumbling backwards and catching herself on a seat, “William-”

The boy looked at him, startled, “Christ, mate, she yours or something?”

He completely ignored the question, his arms crossed as he barely concealed his rage, “Get out, you foul boy.”

He glanced at him, and back at Rayna, who simply nodded frantically at him. He seemed to finally get the message, and ran out of the coach.

As she recovered from the high, she felt shame dawn on her as she looked up at William.

“What was that?” He hissed, stepping closer, “Why would you put yourself in a situation like that?”

“I just- wanted some relief.” She admitted quietly, avoiding his gaze.

“You’re smarter than that, Rayna. You don’t need to resort to physical pleasure to recover from a bit of sorrow.” He scolded, but as she finally met his eyes, she saw nothing but sympathy.

She looked at the floor, refusing to speak, to which he sighed, “I’m going to assume you kissed.”

"Mhm,” She confirmed, her voice small as tears threatened to spill, although she tried desperately to hide them.

“Was that what you wanted?” He questioned, sitting on one of the seats.

“Honestly, now that i think about it, no.” She let that simmer for a moment before smacking her forehead, “I’m an idiot! What have I done?!”

“You’re not,” He reassured, “The only people who know that you kissed that boy is me and you, that’s it.”

“Yeah, for now, until you tell everyone else.” She bit her lip in self-loathing, digging her nails into her arm.

“Why would I do that? If you don’t want anybody else knowing, then I’ll make sure they don’t. Trust me, for all everyone else knows, you haven’t had your first kiss yet.” He smiled gently, “And honestly, you haven’t. If you didn’t want it, then it never happened.”

She let out a shaky breath, “Thank you- so much.” She mussitated, glancing up at him.

As he was about to respond, Enzo and Francis practically leaped into the coach.

“Is she alright?!” Enzo yelled, not at all purposefully, “Ona v bezopasnotsi?!”

“Holy shit, Rayna!” Francis flopped onto one of the seats, trying to catch his breath, “You made William cut his entire speech short!”

“I- what? No I did not! I simply ended it early for the sake of… instincts!” He protested.

“Right, totally.” Enzo muttered, scoffing.

“I simply heard sounds and wanted to come and see what was going on!”

Francis raised a brow, “On that note, what was going on?”

Rayna sighed, about to own up, but not before William spoke up, “She was crying,” He sighed, “Crying, that’s all.”

By now, it seemed the event was coming to a close, as students began filing back onto the coach. The four shared a look before going to sit down, Rayna purposefully choosing to sit alone.

She felt disgusted with herself, she could still feel his hands on her body and she hated it. She felt like a piece of meat.

As she wallowed in her self pity, her phone pinged beside her. She sighed, picking it up.

‘William Lewis has added you as a contact on WhatsApp.’

How did he even?- She smiled softly, chuckling and choosing not to question it. Resting her head against the window, her thoughts were suddenly consumed with something other than that unfortunate encounter that had happened just a few minutes ago.

Or rather, her thoughts were consumed with… someone.

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𝐵𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒪𝓃 𝒫𝒶𝓅𝑒𝓇 - PT 1

~𝐼𝓃 𝒶𝒸𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓂𝒾𝒶, 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓁~

WC: 1.5k

Tags: Academic enemies to lovers, academic, enemies to loves, trope, ocs, rayna quinn, william lewis, the deduction league, original fiction

TW: Nothing to show! <3

Credits: So, in this series, Enzo (belonging to @twoandahalfdimes)and Francis (belonging to @trinketcollectingcrow) are gonna be joining us for the ride! This is a sort of thank you for always standing by me, and being supportive. Hope I portrayed them correctly, and hope you enjoy seeing them in the series! Thanks to @cafekitsune for the dividers!!

Tagging: @rambling-tam, @twoandahalfdimes, @trinketcollectingcrow

Author's note: After much procrastination, Part one is here! This is the official story of William and Rayna, and how they came to be :) Once again, thanks so much to Tree and Elis, I love you guys so so much, and you'll always be my deductive league. Hope you enjoy, my friends! <3

Rayna sighed as she waited impatiently to get onto the coach, looking around every once in a while in slight boredom.

She didn’t even want to be there. Her parents had convinced her to go because it would ‘look good on her CV’ and ‘improve her social skills’. She didn’t share their opinion, though. It was a science convention. The only skill she’d be improving was her tolerance of nerdy kids.

Suddenly, William shoved through the crowd, completely ignoring Rayna as he attempted to get to the front of everything.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes as she was snapped out of her thoughts, he’d always been a bastard with no care for his surroundings, and she hated him.

His pathetic little smirk, his know-it-all tone, how he always succeeded without trying, and those stupid eyes.

She shook her head, following after him. Not out of urgency or curiosity, but just to spitefully push him back with a small smile on her face as she stepped onto the coach, watching him raise an eyebrow in surprise at her audacity.

She immediately made her way towards the back, throwing herself onto one of the seats, and tossing her bag onto the one next to her.

She turned her phone on, opening WhatsApp to check her unread messages, although she knew there wouldn’t be any. As she waited for it to load, she felt a tap on her shoulder.

“Hey,” She heard a familiar, gentle voice beside her, and quickly snapped her head around to meet the gaze of Enzo Ivanovich - a good friend of hers.

“Oh, En.” She smiled, moving her bag and patting the seat beside her, “You’ve got no idea how happy I am to see you. Where’s Agnes?”

Enzo gave her a small smile in return, falling back in the seat, “Yeah, she didn’t wanna come,” He shrugged, “Guess she doesn’t like science. Why are you here, though? You hate science class.”

Rayna was about to reply, but the sight of William taking the empty seat opposite them made her stop. She watched him take his backpack off and kick it under his seat. She watched him remove his blazer and roll his shirt sleeves up, checking his watch as he sat down.

Enzo followed her gaze, his smile widening as he realised where she was looking, “Oh, I see why you came.”

She blinked, “What?”

“It’s for him, isn’t it?” He nodded his head in the direction of the boy, “You signed yourself up for an entire day of a subject you despise, all for William Lewis, huh?”

Her eyes widened in horror as the words spilled out of his mouth. She smacked his arm lightly, “Be quiet, idiot! He’s right there.” She exclaimed, her voice dropping as she murmured the last few words, “Listen. I came because my parents told me it’d be good for me. I couldn’t possibly argue with them-”

“But the Rayna I know doesn’t do things she doesn’t want to do. Especially when she’s told to do it by the proper authority. So, you had a good reason to come, and you were being told to come anyway. So of course you’d jump at the chance,” He smirked, his voice lowering to a more conspiratorial tone, “Be careful where and when you look, though. Clever boy, he is.”

“He’s my rival! We have been for years! And I’m not here for anyone.” She huffed, facing the window with a frown.

“Well, well well, is this a secretive conversation I hear?” William raised a cocky brow, tutting, “I expected better than petty feuds, Ryan.”

“Mind your own business.” She mumbled, glaring at the nickname, “It’s not a feud. It’s nothing.”

“Nothing, is it?” He cocked his head to the side, turning to face her as much as he could with the seat belt restricting him, “But not a thing that comes out of Rayna Quinn’s mouth is ‘nothing’, is it? So, who’s this supposed grudge held against, hm?”

Was that a compliment? “Just- mind your business. I get that you have no friends,” She started, unbuckling her seat belt as the coach reached its destination, “But don’t start talking to me like we are.” With that, she pushed past Enzo, and walked out onto the pavement.

Enzo let out a soft ‘hmph’ at being shoved, but he chose to brush it off and stood up from his seat.

William stood from his own seat, watching as Enzo went after her, “Ivanovich!” He called, “You’re her friend, aren’t you? Tell me, who’s this boy that she hates so deeply? I’d like to know what competition I have.” He smirked jokingly.

Enzo sighed, turning around to face him as he picked up his bag, “There’s no competition, Lewis.” He stated, holding it by one of its straps, “You can hardly compete against yourself,” He finished, making his way outside.

“Oh?” He chuckled gently as he was left to gather his things. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he ran a hand through his tousled hair. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as he thought.

As he stepped off after them, he watched them walk away, the sight of Enzo nudging her with his elbow as he spoke making him smile once again. He couldn’t help but call out, “What happened to the clever Rayna I once knew?”

She spun around, “She’s down here somewhere,” She said, a sarcastic edge to her tone.

“Well tell her that I miss our little talks.”

There wasn’t much to say to that, she simply nodded slightly, turning to face the path.

As they entered the building, the two scanned the auditorium with curiosity, “Wait, so we just signed up for a massive lecture?” Enzo scoffed.

“It would seem so.” Rayna murmured, “It’s quite large, isn’t it?”

“What the heck? This is what we sold our time for? I thought this was gonna be more of an interactive thing.” Francis complained from beside her.

“Christ!” She exclaimed in surprise, “Francis! Where have you been?”

Enzo raised his eyebrows in amusement, “Wait, I thought you weren’t coming.”

He shrugged, “Nah, there was one spot left, so why not, right?”

Rayna blinked, “You- alright, you know what? Nevermind. I’ll tell you what though, last one to the top row owes the winner a tenner.”

“Tenner!” The blond boy yelled in shock, watching his friends scramble up the stairs. He was left speechless, before quickly stumbling up.

She practically launched herself into the middle seat, grinning in pride. She looked out onto the stage, her eyes sparkling with awe, “Look at the view!”

Francis fell into the cushioned chair beside her with a laugh, sitting up at her statement and taking a look for himself, “Woah.” He breathed.

“This is childish,” Enzo frowned in embarrassment as he took a seat, “But you’re right. You can see a lot from up here.”

As they settled into their seats, they watched the students file in. It wasn’t just their school either. They watched as the teenagers filled the seats, the room quickly becoming warmer and more uncomfortable.

After a few minutes, most of the chairs were full. Different conversations could be heard from all angles of the room, and almost everyone was curious to see who would take the stage.

Finally, a man came up the stairs of the platform and took the microphone.

He looked quite dapper and handsome. He wore all black. A black shirt, black blazer and a black tie. His features were hard to make out from the distance that was between him and the trio, but they could tell that he had curly hair. Almost fluffy. It was clear that it hadn’t been groomed much.

The room eventually went quiet as all eyes turned to him. After much anticipation, he finally spoke, “Well, I suppose i should begin with an introduction,” He started, his slender hands gripping at his tie before he took it off in a swift motion and stuffed it into his pocket, exposing his slightly unbuttoned shirt. A man like him was sure to know that it was unprofessional to act as he was, but it was clear he didn’t care, since he wasn’t bothered in the slightest about the fact that his collarbone was visible.

Enzo was dumbfounded. His eyes widened as he stared at the stage, “Is that?-”

“Are you serious?” Francis scoffed, narrowing his eyes at the man.

Rayna let out a breathless laugh. She knew that voice, she knew that tone, and she most certainly knew those nonchalant mannerisms. It became apparent that the room wasn’t the only thing making her feel slightly warmer than usual.

The brown-haired boy nudged her, “Can you believe it? Who does he think he is? Who even let him up there?”

“Yeah… right.” However she couldn’t help but acknowledge the fact that she sort of enjoyed the sight of him. He looked…

He looked rather nice.

The man then spoke once more, “So, allow me to introduce myself.” He said, taking the microphone in his hand, “My name is William Lewis.”

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