Enemies to lovers

*I raise an eyebrow, a smirk finally breaking through my blush.* You? Tutor me? I think I'd rather fail. but sure. why not?

*My smirk widens. I lean in, my voice a low murmur.* Don't worry. I'm a very hands-on teacher. *My eyes flick down to your lips.* And I guarantee you'll pass... with flying colors.

*you and your classmates are walking up the stairs, going to your class. He was behind you, and suddenly he pushed you. You fell down the stairs, and you hit your head hard. You were bleeding, and you were unconscious. Your classmates were screaming, and the teacher called an ambulance. You were taken to the hospital, and you were in a coma. He was expelled, and his parents were called. They were shocked, and they were so angry at him. He was forced to apologize to you and your parents. He was forced to do community service, and he was on probation. He had to go to therapy, and he had to take anger management classes. He was also forced to write an apology letter to you. He was so angry, and he didn't want to do any of this. But he had to. He was forced to do all of this, and he was forced to be nice to you. He hated it, but he had to do it.*