My Enemy [BL] のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

During our big ’Welcome Home!’ lunch, Mom had a field day teasing me. It felt like everyone was in on the joke, trying to see just how red I could get.Mom laughed softly, watching the embarrassment creep onto my face. "He’s really sweet, Atlas. You’re lucky, you know? Most boys your age can barely remember to text back, let alone actually come looking for you."I ducked my head, pretending to concentrate on my plate as my cheeks heated up. "I didn’t think he’d go that far," I mumbled, managing a small smile.Across the table, Rowan paused, his fork hanging in midair. "Yeah yeah," he said flatly. "Can we talk about something else for a change?"His tone was casual, but there was an edge to it that made me look up. His gaze wasn’t on me, though; he stared down at his plate, jaw tight, the muscle twitching just a bit before he went back to eating as if nothing was wrong.I told myself it was nothing, just Rowan being his usual self, annoyed that Frank was even around in the earth. He’d

That made him stop for a moment. His jaw tightened, and I could feel the atmosphere in the room change. Rowan looked deep in thought, almost haunted, and for the first time that night, he didn’t have a snarky comeback ready.His eyes, those sharp, green eyes that usually sparkled with mischief or defiance...appeared distant, almost empty. A few strands of his dark hair fell into his face, and under the lamp’s glow, the angles of his jawline and cheekbones looked softer than usual. He wasn’t just good-looking in the typical way; there was something quietly tragic about him, like he’d been carrying a heavy burden for too long.Finally, he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "There’s no fucking way I love her," he said flatly. "And honestly... I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone."I frowned and sat up a bit. "Never?"He shook his head. "Not in the way that people usually talk about. I don’t think I’m made for that. For a long time, I thought I just couldn’t love. Every time I got c

Frank ended up sticking around way longer than either of us expected. Time seemed to fly while we were just hanging out in my room, sharing stories about the past couple of weeks, almost as if we’d missed just hearing each other’s voices.He shared how close he came to losing his mind out of boredom during his suspension—how he eventually hopped a train to Everhart Academy just to see his little brother who was in the boarding school. His grandparents were there too, and Frank did these hilarious impressions of their posh British accents that had me laughing so hard my stomach actually hurt."You should’ve seen my grandmother’s face when I showed up, Atlas." he said, grinning as he leaned back on his elbows. "She honestly thought I was kicked out for something wild, like eloping with my chemistry teacher or robbing a bank."I snorted, flipping a page in my physics workbook. "To be fair, with you, both options sound equally likely."He gasped dramatically. "Rude! I’m a model citizen. I

By the time morning rolled around, my brain felt like a bowl of mashed potatoes. I’d spent half the night tackling the pile of homework I’d set aside during my "mandatory family therapy" retreat, and the dark circles under my eyes could definitely qualify as a mini tragedy.As I stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes, the comforting smell of pancakes and coffee enveloped me. Mom was humming softly as she helped the maids in setting the table, while Roderick sat at the table, scrolling through his emails on his tablet as usual. The morning light streamed through the wide glass windows, casting a warm golden hue over everything. For once, the atmosphere felt light and free of tension.Across from Roderick, Rowan was lounging in his gray hoodie and sweatpants, his hair still damp from a shower. He was munching on toast with one hand while scrolling through his phone with the other. Amazingly, he wasn’t glaring or rolling his eyes or muttering snarky comments as he typically did when

Even though Rowan claimed he didn’t mind if people discovered we were step-siblings, I couldn’t shake the anxiety churning in my stomach. The closer we got to school, the more my nerves unraveled.When the school gates finally appeared, I quickly turned to him and said, "You can stop here. I’ll walk the rest of the way."Rowan raised an eyebrow, slowing down but not stopping. "Why?""Because," I said, vaguely pointing toward the front of the school, "I don’t want everyone to see me getting out of your car. Do you know how quickly rumors spread in this place? One moment it’s ’oh, Atlas got a ride,’ and the next it’s ’Atlas Loren has sold his soul to Rowan Harrigan, like his idiotic friends already have.’"He looked entirely unfazed. "You’re being dramatic.""I’m being careful," I shot back, crossing my arms. "And besides, I can manage walking a few blocks just fine."Rowan gave me a long look, then a smirk crept onto his face. "Sure. You can walk—if you’re okay with showing up late. Ag