All Chapters of My Enemy [BL]: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

When Frank finally pulled into my driveway, the sky had already started to shift into that soft bluish hue that comes just before night takes over. The porch light was on, casting a warm golden glow over the front steps, and for a moment, neither of us made a move to get out of the car. The engine ticked quietly beneath us, cooling off in the stillness, and everything felt like it was on pause like the world was just waiting to see who’d break the silence first. Frank was tapping his fingers nervously against the steering wheel, a habit he always seemed to fall back on when he was anxious. I caught a glimpse of his profile in the dim light, noticing how his jaw would tighten and relax, like he was struggling to find the right words. Finally, he took a long, slow breath and spoke. "Hey... Atlas," he said softly, turning to face me. "About what happened earlier. In the changing stall." His cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I know I might have got

Rowan set the bottle down gently on the counter and crossed his arms, his gaze finally locking onto me. The way he looked made me sit up straighter, like I’d been caught doing something I shouldn’t, even though I hadn’t done anything too wrong... well, not that wrong, anyway."So," he said, his voice slow and laced with something I couldn’t quite figure out, "are you going to tell me where you’ve been all day?"Why would he care?The question shouldn’t have sent a flutter through my stomach. It’s not like I owed him a rundown of my day. But the tone he used...controlled, expectant, as if he already knew he wouldn’t like whatever answer I’d give, made my fingers start to fidget. I instinctively tugged at the neckline of my shirt, feeling heat creep up my neck.When his eyes narrowed, it was like a slap to the face.Oh God.The mark.I’d completely forgotten about it amidst the chaos of coming home and arguing with him, and now it was out there in the open, like a flashing neon sign.My

I woke up the next morning already regretting almost every decision that led me to this moment, because there I was... standing in front of my mirror, tugging at the neck of the thick gray turtleneck sweater I’d sworn I would never wear in my life. It felt like a suffocating wool prison hugging my throat.But desperate times called for desperate measures—and nothing screamed "hide the hickey your boyfriend left on your neck in the dressing room of a mall" more than a turtleneck.I didn’t even look like myself. I looked like someone who enjoyed jazz cafés and knitted on weekends.Not that licking those things were bad, just that it didn’t feel like... me.Still, I grabbed my backpack, inhaled deeply, and forced myself downstairs before I chickened out.As I made my way down the stairs, I hoped no one would notice how stiff I looked in this ridiculous turtleneck. Each step felt like I was walking to my own execution. The sweater felt like a wool noose around my neck, and I kept tugging

I unfolded the flyer again just to check I wasn’t hallucinating, and yep...there it was in huge sparkly letters at the bottom:"COOL KIDS ONLY, NO EXCEPTIONS."I almost choked on my breath."Nope," I immediately muttered, pushing it back toward the freshmen like it was toxic waste. "Yeah, they must’ve made a mistake. Here, give this to someone who actually fits that bill."The boy looked confused. "But... we did. That’s why we gave it to you."I blinked at him. "Me? I am not...even on my best, totally delusional day, what you’d call a cool kid."The curly-haired girl shook her head earnestly. "Um... actually, you kinda are now."My brain stalled. "I’m sorry, what?"The tallest girl nodded like she was sharing some big investment news. "You’re dating Frank Carrington. That alone bumps your social score to, like, a hundred.""And you’re friends with Rowan Harrigan," the boy added, as if saying Rowan’s name was a serious upgrade.Friends? Is that really how people saw us now that Rowan g

I was still trying to shake off everything those freshmen had just said when Millie came charging down the hallway like a tiny, furious, pink storm cloud."Atlas!" she wailed dramatically, waving a sheet of paper over her head. "Look at this injustice—LOOK AT IT!"Before I could even get a word out, she slapped the paper against my chest. A giant C- glared back at me, almost as if it was personally offended by her existence.I winced. "Oof... that’s rough.""Rough?" she echoed, gasping like I’d delivered a deadly blow. "This is a hate crime! Mrs. WilAlexs has it out for me. I swear, she sniffs my essays and just gives me failing grades out of spite! And I poured my heart and soul into this paper. Maybe it’s because I’m black! Maybe–"I had to stifle a laugh; she was being so ridiculously dramatic that I couldn’t keep a straight face. She huffed, crossing her arms and glaring at her paper as if it had betrayed her.Then her eyes fell on the flyer still in my hand.Her whole face froze.