Enemies to lovers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 17

It was late afternoon, the sky dipped in a pale grey as storm clouds loomed over campus. The group had gathered on the open-air balcony beside the student resource center. It was their favourite spot for casual meetups and late-night banter. The tiled floor was slick from an earlier drizzle, and the air smelled of wet concrete and rusting iron.“Where’s Oliver?” Austin asked, scanning the walkway.“Late,” Benjamin muttered. “something to do with med school.”Moments later, Oliver appeared, backpack slung over one shoulder, hoodie zipped halfway, smile painted perfectly on his face. If Austin hadn’t known better, he’d say Oliver looked fine. But he did know better.There was something just a little too stiff about the smile. Something hollow about the eyes.“Wow, you two actually beat me here,” Oliver said, flopping down next to Austin with a mock gasp. “Didn’t know punctuality was contagious.”Austin chuckled, but his gaze lingered. “You good?”Oliver blinked. “Yeah. Why?”Austin shrug

Two girls walked to him, running their hands through his shoulders. Austin grinned at the two girls who had been trying to catch his attention all night. They tugged him into the crowd, laughing as they threw their arms around his shoulders. One had glitter along her cheekbones, and the other wore a short red dress and braided buns. He didn’t hesitate his body moved fluidly, naturally, with the beat, catching the rhythm like it was stitched into his veins. He was sandwiched between them both. He loved dancing with girls. The lights caught the sharpness of his jaw as he spun one of the girls and dipped her dramatically. She laughed, clinging to his hoodie. His face was relaxed, carefree, but his eyes scanned the room, and for a flicker of a second, they landed on Brian.Erik Hall, the host, swaggered to the center of the room shirt half-buttoned, bottle in hand. He clapped his hands for attention and shouted, “Tonight, we’re going all night! No slowing down!” He waved toward the DJ bo

The breeze had picked up slightly now. A dry leaf tumbled lazily past the bench where Oliver and Scott sat. Students wandered in and out of the hostel building behind them, but their little corner of the courtyard felt separate and quiet, like the world had hit pause.Scott leaned back against the bench and closed his eyes, face tilted toward the sun.“I love this hour,” he said. “Everything feels... suspended. Like you can just be without expectations.”In his hands, his phone was vibrating. Someone was calling, but he didn't want to pick up. He didn't bother to check who was calling. Instead, he turned to look at him. “That’s kind of poetic.”Scott opened one eye and grinned. “I have layers. Like a croissant.”Oliver chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re not what I expected, honestly.”Scott raised a brow. “What did you expect?”“Some rich kid who coasted through secondary school because of connections. Someone who doesn’t really care about medicine, just wants to impress Daddy.”Scott

The cafeteria was buzzing as usual, trays clattering, voices overlapping in a constant hum. Austin sat with Benjamin and Oliver at their usual table near the back, half-listening as Oliver quietly explained something about his lab work. Austin picked at his food, head heavy with the weight of too many thoughts.Yesterday's night fuck wasn't good at all. He had gotten drunk. He had a severe headache and he didn’t have an organism. He still remembered the girl screaming as she reached ecstacy. He tried to imagine she was Angela but that hadn't worked either. In the end he tried to jerk off and when that didn't work he slept in anger. He picked at his food and tried to listen to what Oliver said. He started hearing whispers, Look , she is heading towards their table. Oliver stopped talking and Benjamin had a scowl on his face. The mysterious figure that others whispered about finally reached his table. His eyes fell on her. Her hair was tied back, makeup minimal, but her presence still