All Chapters of My Arch Nemesis in my Bed: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I hate Luca Archer with every cell in my body. This thought pulses through me as the final set of the championship match begins, the school gym is nearly drowned by the roar of the crowd which threatens to make me deaf. Every where is packed to capacity with everyone on their feet as the referee blew the whistle. "Come on, Ethan!" I yell, my voice disappearing into the shouts and noise as my boyfriend receives the serve, setting it up perfectly for his teammate. But it's not Ethan the crowd is watching or even rooting for. "ARCHER! ARCHER! ARCHER!" The chant builds as Luca springs into the air, his body suspended in that seems to defy the law of gravity. His arm swings in a perfect arc, palm connecting with the ball with such force I swear I can feel it from the sidelines. The opposing team dive for the ball few seconds too late. The ball slams to the floor, leaving a stunned silence before our side of the gym erupts. "God, he's incredible," Naomi squeals beside me, clutchi

Three shots of tequila later, I'm on the dance floor dancing with heartless abandon. I dance with a guy from the lacrosse team, then someone else, then someone else. I don't care who they are. I just want to feel something other than this hollow ache in my chest. “Having fun?” Brett from the swim team appears beside me, his hand sliding around my waist as we move to the music. “Tons,” I lie, accepting another drink he presses into my hand. “You look incredible tonight,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my neck. “That asshole Palmer doesn’t know what he just lost.” I should step back. Should know that he’s taking advantage of my vulnerable state. But the alcohol has clouded my judgment, and part of me wants to feel desired after being so thoroughly rejected. “Everyone’s heading to the pool. Come with me.” Before I can fully process what’s happening, he’s leading me through the crowd toward the back patio where a group has gathered around Tyler’s pool. “It’s freezing,” I prote

I don't walk to my last class. I run. My sneakers pound against the linoleum as I sprint down the emptying hallway, earning confused looks from stragglers heading to their final period. I don't care. All I can think about is Ethan's words: three guys waiting for him after school. I burst through the double doors to the parking lot, scanning the rows of cars for Luca's black Jeep. It's not there. My phone is already in my hand, fingers shaking as I pull up his contact. We never text unless it's about household chores or dinner plans, but I tap out a message anyway: Where are you? Three dots appear, then disappear. No response. I call him and it went straight to voicemail. I try again. Same result. Panic rises in my throat as I race back inside, heading for the senior hallway where his last class should be. The door to AP Physics is open, students filing out. I grab Tyler by the arm as he exits. "Have you seen Luca?" He raises an eyebrow. "Aren't you guys not supposed

I stared at my bedroom ceiling, my fingertips still tracing the phantom pressure on my neck. The house had gone quiet after I fled Luca's room, like the air itself was holding its breath. Maybe I was in shock. Maybe I was losing my mind. At that moment, my phone buzzed with a text from Mom. Dad and I wrapped up early. We'll be home tonight instead of tomorrow. Hope you kids didn't burn the house down! Perfect. Just what I needed, our parents walking into whatever supernatural disaster was unfolding under our roof. I launched myself off the bed and into action. There is blood in the entryway. That was priority one. I grabbed cleaning supplies from the hall closet and attacked the dark smears with bleach and paper towels. "Motherfucking werewolf," I muttered, jamming a soaked towel into the bucket. "Couldn't keep his furry ass problems to himself." I moved through the house like a crime scene cleaner, erasing evidence of whatever had happened earlier. The whole time, Luca's d

I’d barely settled onto my bed when Mom’s voice carried up the stairs“Lily, get back down here.”I groaned, pressing my face into my pillow. Maybe if I stayed perfectly still, she’d forget I existed.“Lily Marie Graves!”Nope. Full name meant business.I dragged myself back downstairs to find Mom waiting at the bottom, arms crossed, wearing her disappointed-parent expression.“You’re going to apologize to Luca,”“Mom, I really don’t think—”“I don’t care what you think. You hurt his feelings, and you’re going to make it right.” Her tone brooked no argument. “That boy has been nothing but kind to you for ten years, and you repay him by trying to get him thrown out of his home?”Guilt twisted in my stomach. When she put it like that, I sounded like a complete monster.“Fine,” I muttered. “I’ll apologize.”“Good. And Lily?” Mom’s expression softened slightly. “Whatever’s going on with you lately—the drinking, the attitude, this thing with Luca—we’re here if you need to talk.”If only it