My Enemy [BL] のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Lunch time always had its own crazy vibe, trays clattering, voices overlapping, and that unmistakable hum of laughter from teenagers filling the cafeteria. The air was filled with the scent of coffee and greasy fries, mixed with the distant sound of music leaking from someone’s earbuds.I had just stepped inside when I heard a familiar, loud squeal."Atlas Loren!"Before I could even turn around, a pink blur with curls rushed into me, almost knocking my tray out of my hands."Millie-!" I gasped, stumbling back as she hugged me tightly. "Oh my god, I can’t breathe-"She pulled back just enough to give me a dramatic once-over. "You look alive. Barely, but alive. Two weeks in isolation with Rowan Harrigan and you still have a soul? That’s a miracle. Maybe I should book you a spiritual cleansing or even an exorcism."I laughed so hard it hurt. "It wasn’t that bad."Tori rolled her eyes as she appeared beside Millie. "You say that like he didn’t torture you mentally every day in sophomore

Rowan’s home gym had a hint of cedar and that clean sweat smell, the kind that sticks around even after a workout. I settled cross-legged on the padded bench against the wall, an old leather journal from Carla in my lap, its yellowed pages soft from being flipped through so many times.Across from me, Rowan was doing his usual thing — trying to act like he wasn’t aware I was in the room while he worked out shirtless.The steady clank of weights filled the quiet as he lifted the barbell again, muscles in his arms flexing under the light. His focus was locked in, not drifting even a little, and honestly, it was kind of frustrating how effortlessly good he looked while doing something as basic as breathing.I sighed, pretending to be engrossed in the journal to keep my eyes from wandering. "Do you ever train with a shirt on?" I asked, flipping to another page and trying to sound casual.He didn’t even look up. "Why? Am I making you uncomfortable?"Yes.I shot him a glare. "No, it’s just

Gym class was always a special kind of hell for me. The smell of sweat mixed with deodorant spray filled the air, and the squeak of sneakers on the polished floor was a painful reminder of just how uncoordinated I felt. A week we discovered the existence of L.S, I was sitting cross-legged on the mat, holding Millie’s feet as she dramatically tried to do her fifth sit-up, her face scrunched up in struggle."Oh my god," she groaned, gasping for breath, her arms flopping over her chest like a bird that was about to pass out. "Why do people even choose to exercise? This is torture. Straight-up, government-approved torture!"I couldn’t help but laugh. "You said you wanted to work on your core.""I wanted abs," she huffed, glaring at the ceiling, "not trauma." Then she flopped back down again, wheezing while pointing at me. "This is exactly why I can’t stand those skinny bitches who just—" she waved her arms dramatically, "—exist, all perfect and toned, like they were carved by Greek gods w

Third Person POVAinsley stormed down the hallway like a flame cutting through ice, she was wild, furious, and impossible to ignore. Her glossy red hair whipped behind her as she marched, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Students instinctively pressed themselves against the lockers as she passed, all too familiar with that look on her face...the tight jaw, the wild eyes that promised someone was about to regret crossing her."Ainsley, wait up!" Rex called out, breathless, jogging a few steps behind with Brittany beside her. "You’re seriously scaring me right now, what are you—"But Ainsley didn’t even look back. She shoved the bathroom door open so hard it slammed against the tiled wall, making a loud crack. Inside, two freshmen were fixing their lip gloss, and another was adjusting her cheer bow. They froze mid-giggle, their reflections in the mirror wide-eyed."Out." Ainsley’s voice was low but sharp, like a whip cracking.One of the girls blinked, confused. "W-w

Rowan walked into my room like he owned the place, completely ignoring the need to knock. His confidence seemed to fill the doorway even before he stepped in, that laid-back vibe he had always gave off this impression that the world was just there to entertain him.Millie froze next to me, narrowing her eyes like a cat about to pounce. "Leave, jerk," she snapped, pointing toward the door. "This is a besties-only zone, creep. Ever heard of privacy?"Rowan blinked at her, not the least bit bothered. "Relax, I’m not here to crash your study date. I just—""I don’t care what you’re here for," Millie interrupted, her tone sharp. "Get. Out."I winced, fully aware of how this would spiral if I didn’t step in. "Millie," I said quickly, placing a hand on her arm before she could throw something his way. "It’s fine. He’s not... he’s not doing anything wrong. He just tends to come into my room unannounced."Rowan raised an eyebrow, a smug half-smile creeping onto his face that always made me fee