All Chapters of TEMPTING THE ENEMY (MM): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SETH'S POVI woke up with a fucking headache splitting through my skull and the sickest knot tightening in my gut. Groaning, I rolled off the bed, my hands raking through my hair as I squeezed my eyes shut. Bloody hell… last night was a mess, and now it was catching up to me like a brick wall to the face.Miguel hadn’t texted.Didn’t call.Didn’t so much as drop a fucking emoji like usual. I squinted toward my phone on the bedside drawer, its screen dead quiet and dim. Shit. My stomach dropped with a sickening thud, but I shook it off, huffing out a breath through gritted teeth.Good. Fine. Better this way anyway.wasn't like I was some obsessive teenager in a new relationship.I shoved upright, feet slapping hard against the cold tiles as I paced across my room. My gaze snagged on the bracelet sitting stupidly pretty on the corner of my desk. The same bracelet Miguel had slipped into my palm last night, when he’d thought I’d cared. The same one I’d stroked over and over, like a pathet

SETH'S POVI didn’t recall when my legs had failed me, only how I suddenly found myself sitting on the floor, my knees banging sharply against the frame of the bed, my elbows digging into my legs to the point where I could have sworn I was going to bruise right through my bone. My palms scraped down my face, and my fingers curled into fists My chest heaved. Once. Twice.“Fuck."I shouldn’t have yelled. Shouldn’t have snapped. Shouldn’t have let Jeremy walk out of my life with my goddamn heart in his back pocket, roadkill trailing along behind him across the blacktop.I swallowed heavily.. My tongue forced itself insistently against the roof of my mouth, my teeth gritted tightly enough to ache, and then it had no effect on the shaking pain slicing through my stomach. I’d broken him.“I’d hurt the only person who’d stuck with me,” IsabelMy throat tightened, a bitter stinging spreading down as I clutched my eyes shut so tightly that colors erupted behind my closed lids. A loud thud echoe

MIGUELS POV.Seth’s still out cold. Dead weight on the sheets, hair a tangled bloody mess on the pillow. His wrist’s got faint rope burns still, cuts pink and raw across his skin like a brand. My teeth scrape my bottom lip sharp as I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and flex my fingers. Fuck. The sheets are a wreck, they’ll need burning not washing, smells like sweat and come soaked deep through. I rub a hand hard over my face. My cock gives a lazy twitch but I shut it down fast. I don’t have time to ruin myself again.I slide off the mattress quiet, bare feet smacking soft against the wood. Seth doesn’t move. Good. My bag’s under the desk. I crouch low and yank it open, digging past notebooks and wrappers till my fingers close around the bottle. White label, torn edges, the fucker’s old but the pills still work. Risperdal, 2mg tabs, tiny as shit but punch like a brick to the skull. I pop the cap and dump one into my palm, thumb rolling it over once before shoving it back on my

.MIGUEL’S POVThe door slammed so hard the walls shook. I just stood there Breathing. Barely. Every nerve in my body was still lit like a fuse, heat clawing under my skin. My chest heaved like I’d just run a fucking mile — like my lungs didn’t know what the hell to do without him in the room.Seth. Fuck.The way Zenya shoved him out, like trash on the curb. And Seth didn’t even fight. Not really. Just stood there with his jaw tight and his eyes burning and walked away like it didn’t fucking kill him. Like it didn’t shred me open watching it.I spun around, teeth grit hard, hands curling into fists. Zenya leaned against the wall like nothing happened. Calm. Still. Watching me.“What the fuck was that,” I snapped, voice sharp with heat. “You had no fucking right—”“He’s weak,” Zenya cut in flat. Cold. “You don’t need someone weak around you. He’s a distraction. A liability.” I moved fast — shoved at his chest, hard enough to make him step back.“You don’t get to decide that!” I barked.

.SETH'S POV.It started when Miguel didn’t show up to morning drill.I woke up in a haze, dragged myself to school like every other day, still trying to shake off the guilt of the night before. My body moved on autopilot, but my mind? My mind was glued to Miguel. To what I’d done. What I’d said. What Jeremy had said. What I couldn’t take back.I kept checking my phone, fingers trembling every time I unlocked the damn screen. Nothing. My last message was delivered. My last call? Ignored. He’d blocked me. I felt it. Something in my gut twisted every time I stared at that blank profile picture. Miguel had blocked me.He wasn’t in class either. I sat in the back, jittery, my eyes flickering toward the door every five seconds like some desperate idiot. But he never walked in. Not the first period. Not second. Not even for practice.Coach kept pacing, muttering about how our star runner had gone ghost. The rest of the team cracked jokes, some even wondering if Miguel had finally snapped. I