All Chapters of Accidentally His.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 14

Miguel's phone buzzed violently under the broken table. Xander reached out and picked it up, glancing at the screen.Adams Sanchez. His brows furrowed."You want me to—"Miguel snatched the phone. His fingers shook as he pressed the answer button and brought it to his ear. No greeting. Nothing.A low, smug voice came through."Hi son. It’s been a very long time."Miguel said nothing."I have a package delivered to you. Go get it."Click.Miguel's face darkened. He stood sharply, the legs of his chair scraping the floor. He walked out without a word, his expression a storm.Xander called after him. "Miguel? What the hell is wrong with you!”But Miguel was already gone.**Drake sat alone in the classroom, fingers brushing over the strange note left inside the lunch package.Hall 19. Floor 4.He read it again.The handwriting was neat, and blocky. But he didn’t know who had sent it.His stomach twisted. The food remained untouched, despite the hunger raging wars inside his stomach.Was

Drake lay curled on his small, uneven mattress, one arm flung over his eyes to block out the flickering light bulb overhead. The streetlamp outside his window shone faintly, casting distorted shadows across the peeling wallpaper. His ribs still ached, but his thoughts hurt more.Steve's shoe pressing into his hair. The metallic taste of shame on his tongue. The cold sting of everyone’s eyes.And Miguel. That stupid lounge scene.Drake let out a breathless laugh. Even now, even after everything, the memory of Miguel leaning close made his lips curl into a shy, bitter smile. His breath had been warm. He smelled like minty cigarettes and cinnamon and something expensive.And then, he walked out. Like Drake was the one who ruined the moment."Asshole," Drake muttered, rolling over. But the smile didn’t quite fade.His eyes fluttered closed, and his thoughts wandered. To Miguel’s party. He imagined the chandeliers, the rich students laughing over wine, dressed in tailored suits and silk. H