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My Enemy [BL] One Nine
The boys’ locker room buzzed with its usual pre-practice chaos, metal lockers slamming shut, rubber soles squeaking against the tile, and laughter echoing from the hallway.Rowan stood at his locker, head down, pulling on his basketball jersey, but his moves were sluggish. His mind wasn’t on the game; it was tangled up in thoughts about Rachel, this mysterious woman who somehow had given his mom L.S.’s number.He couldn’t recall his mom ever mentioning a friend named Rachel. Not once. Sure, she had coworkers, but none stuck in his memory. As he tugged the jersey over his head, his brows furrowed, and he couldn’t shake the nagging thought that maybe his dad would have some answers.If not, he’d have to drive back to Clearwater to find out more. He didn’t want to, but the uncertainty ate at him, and he couldn’t shake the gut feeling that Rachel wasn’t just some casual acquaintance.Lost in thought, he didn’t notice Alex sauntering over, spinning a basketball on his fingertip like he alw
My Enemy [BL] One Eight
Rowan walked into my room like he owned the place, completely ignoring the need to knock. His confidence seemed to fill the doorway even before he stepped in, that laid-back vibe he had always gave off this impression that the world was just there to entertain him.Millie froze next to me, narrowing her eyes like a cat about to pounce. "Leave, jerk," she snapped, pointing toward the door. "This is a besties-only zone, creep. Ever heard of privacy?"Rowan blinked at her, not the least bit bothered. "Relax, I’m not here to crash your study date. I just—""I don’t care what you’re here for," Millie interrupted, her tone sharp. "Get. Out."I winced, fully aware of how this would spiral if I didn’t step in. "Millie," I said quickly, placing a hand on her arm before she could throw something his way. "It’s fine. He’s not... he’s not doing anything wrong. He just tends to come into my room unannounced."Rowan raised an eyebrow, a smug half-smile creeping onto his face that always made me fee
My Enemy [BL] One Seven
Third Person POVBrittany was casually leaning against the counter, checking out her freshly polished nails as if the entire situation was just another hassle in her day. Her dark curls bounced slightly as she tossed them over her shoulder and let out a long, dramatic sigh."Honestly, Ainsley, this is so draining," she said, her voice dripping with feigned boredom. "You’ve been going on about this for days. If Atlas’s bothering you that much, why not just... do something about it?"Ainsley paused in her tracks, whipping her head around to stare at Brittany. "Do something?" she echoed, her tone sharp but also a bit intrigued.Brittany smirked, her reflection shimmering with mischief in the mirror. "Exactly. You said it yourself—he’s getting awfully bold lately, talking back to you, acting like he belongs here." She shrugged, casually reapplying her lip gloss. "Maybe it’s time someone reminded him of his place. Because honestly, the way Atlas been acting..." Brittany’s smirk grew. "It’s
My Enemy [BL] One Six
Third Person POVAinsley stormed down the hallway like a flame cutting through ice, she was wild, furious, and impossible to ignore. Her glossy red hair whipped behind her as she marched, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Students instinctively pressed themselves against the lockers as she passed, all too familiar with that look on her face...the tight jaw, the wild eyes that promised someone was about to regret crossing her."Ainsley, wait up!" Rex called out, breathless, jogging a few steps behind with Brittany beside her. "You’re seriously scaring me right now, what are you—"But Ainsley didn’t even look back. She shoved the bathroom door open so hard it slammed against the tiled wall, making a loud crack. Inside, two freshmen were fixing their lip gloss, and another was adjusting her cheer bow. They froze mid-giggle, their reflections in the mirror wide-eyed."Out." Ainsley’s voice was low but sharp, like a whip cracking.One of the girls blinked, confused. "W-w
My Enemy [BL] One Five
Frank walked toward us, exuding a quiet confidence that seemed to part the crowd without a word. His blue eyes landed on me, softening the second he noticed the tension on my face. Without missing a beat, he took my hand."No problem here," he said pointedly, though his tone hinted otherwise. "We were just about to head out."He shot Ainsley a polite smile, the kind that felt more like a sneer and gently pulled me away from the crowd.Behind us, the whispers started immediately.Ainsley stood there, frozen and humiliated, while her friends were too stunned to say anything. Millie followed, grinning victoriously, muttering under her breath, "That’s what you get, you size-zero demon."As Frank led me toward the exit, still holding my hand, I glanced back just long enough to catch Rowan watching us. His face was unreadable again, but his gaze lingered longer than necessary.For some reason, that look unsettled me more than anything Ainsley could’ve said. Frank guided me toward the quiete
My Enemy [BL] One Four
Gym class was always a special kind of hell for me. The smell of sweat mixed with deodorant spray filled the air, and the squeak of sneakers on the polished floor was a painful reminder of just how uncoordinated I felt. A week we discovered the existence of L.S, I was sitting cross-legged on the mat, holding Millie’s feet as she dramatically tried to do her fifth sit-up, her face scrunched up in struggle."Oh my god," she groaned, gasping for breath, her arms flopping over her chest like a bird that was about to pass out. "Why do people even choose to exercise? This is torture. Straight-up, government-approved torture!"I couldn’t help but laugh. "You said you wanted to work on your core.""I wanted abs," she huffed, glaring at the ceiling, "not trauma." Then she flopped back down again, wheezing while pointing at me. "This is exactly why I can’t stand those skinny bitches who just—" she waved her arms dramatically, "—exist, all perfect and toned, like they were carved by Greek gods w
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