All Chapters of My Enemy [BL]: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

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I shifted my textbooks to the other arm, trying to project confidence that I didn’t really feel. Tori’s words were still ringing in my ears, and before I could think twice, the decision spilled out."Okay... I’m going."Both Millie and Tori froze, like I had just announced I was off to Antarctica to marry a penguin.Millie’s face went pale."Atlas, no. Absolutely not. Seriously, this gives me a bad feeling, like, stomach-ache bad, you know?"Tori sighed with an air of drama. "Millie, hun, your stomach acts up when you drink milk.""That was one time!" Millie hissed as she grabbed my wrist, panic written all over her face. "Atlas, listen. Just...let me do a reading tonight first before you decide. One reading. I’ll even use my moonlit deck. If it says danger, you’re not going."I almost laughed...partly at how serious she was, and partly because honestly, if she pulled out her cards right here in the hallway, I wouldn’t even bat an eye."I appreciate it," I said softly, squeezing her h

One Thirty

"Good," he said, settling back in his seat as he took a turn toward the quieter side of town. "Because I’ve got a reputation to keep up, and I play better when my boyfriend’s around."I couldn’t help but snort, trying my best not to blush. He shot me that boyish grin of his, the one that always made my stomach do a little flip."You’re such a sap." I said.He chuckled in response and I glanced out the window again, but a smile started to creep across my face despite myself.I had no clue what he had planned for the evening, but the warmth in his voice...steady, familiar, and comforting. It eased the tightness in my chest, if only for a moment.Even though my life felt like a tangled mess getting worse by the day, Frank still felt like my one safe haven where I could actually breathe. It took us about thirty minutes to drive until the familiar rows of houses began to thin out, and the scenery transitioned into something much quieter, greener, and far more dramatic.By the time Frank tu

One Thirty One

I opened my eyes, and my breath hitched.Everything inside me went totally still as I took in the sight before me.We were at the edge of a cliff I didn’t even know existed, looking out over Willow Haven. The city below was bathed in this warm, golden glow, the sun just starting to sink behind the skyline. From up here, all the noise and chaos of life seemed so tiny and peaceful, almost like someone had painted it just for us.A cool, gentle breeze brushed against my cheeks, carrying the faint scent of pine mixed with something sweet—maybe berries. My breath caught again as my gaze drifted downward.Right in front of us was a big picnic blanket woven with soft, muted colors, deep green, cream, and warm brown. It was set up with a small feast that made my heart squeeze with delight:A wicker basket overflowing with fresh pastries, glazed croissants, crisp at the edges, little jars of strawberry and peach jam, two tall thermoses...one marked hot cocoa, the other tea, a container of cut

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We pulled apart just a bit, enough to catch our breath, but not enough to lose the warmth buzzing between us. Frank’s hands were still firmly at my waist, his thumbs drawing small, absent-minded circles on my sweater, almost as if he wasn’t even aware he was doing it. Maybe it was the sunset, the twinkling fairy lights, or the way he looked at me, but I leaned in before I could second-guess myself.I cupped his face, stood on my toes, and kissed him again slowly, surely, and a little breathless. His embrace tightened around my waist, like he was afraid I might slip away, and the faint scent of his cologne...warm and familiar—wrapped around me like an extra hug.When I pulled back, my heart raced, and his smile was bright enough to make my knees weak."Well," he said, brushing a thumb across my cheek, "I think I should do this kind of thing more often... if this is the reward."I laughed, nudging his shoulder with mine, trying and failing to hide how flustered I felt. "Don’t get cocky

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My heart squeezed in this painful, aching way I wasn’t prepared for. Frank had a weird family situation, but hearing it out loud... hearing how calmly he said it, like it was normal for parents to abandon their kids just to sip wine in Paris or backpack through Asia... it made something twist inside me. I thought of my mom. I thought of all the ways she had failed me too, but at least she was there. Messy, distracted, and painfully unreliable, but still physically present. The thought of a thirteen-year-old Frank packing a tiny bag and wandering into the woods because he felt so unwanted... it made my stomach knot. No kid deserved that kind of loneliness. It was just so bizarre to me... how parents could decide to hop on a plane and disappear for years like it was some extended honeymoon. I understood wanting freedom, wanting to travel, wanting to explore the world everyone did, but doing that at the cost of leaving behind a child? Frank’s childhood? And one as soft-hearted as he was

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My stomach dropped like a rock, as if the cliff I was standing on had suddenly tilted it suddenly clicked in my brain.I stared at him, the sunlight fading behind the clouds and casting soft shadows on his face. For a brief moment, I couldn’t catch my breath.His uncle.His uncle had hurt him.The memory hit me like a wave, Frank outside the diner weeks ago, his face bruised, smiling at me as if it didn’t hurt, like nothing could touch him. And there I was, watching him lie that it was from the fight, like boys always shrug off.My hand flew to my mouth."Oh my god," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Frank... was that... him? That day I told you Rowan was my stepbrother? When you came with those bruises, was that... your uncle?"He hesitated.Not for long.Just enough time for my heart to shatter.Then he nodded."Yeah," he replied quietly. "It was."The world around me blurred. My heart was pounding, hurt and anger swirling together until I couldn’t tell one from the other. I could al

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Frank’s arms tightened around me slowly, at first hesitant but then with a fragile certainty that warmed my chest. His breath brushed against my collarbone as he whispered, "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to unload all this on you.""You didn’t unload anything," I replied, pulling back just enough to see his face. His blue eyes were cast downward, the lashes lowered like he felt ashamed to show me his hurt. It broke something inside me. I reached up and cupped his cheek, the rough warmth of his skin fitting perfectly against my palm. "Frank... you don’t have to face this alone anymore. You hear me? You don’t have to carry this by yourself."He leaned into my hand a little, like he wasn’t used to such gentle touches. "I love you," he said suddenly, quietly, almost like the words spilled out before he could stop them.My breath hitched. Instinctively, I traced my thumb along his cheekbone. "I know," I whispered because I truly did. I felt it every time he looked at me as if I were his entire

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Frank and I kept nibbling on the food he brought along, these cute little finger sandwiches that he clearly tried (and hilariously failed) to cut neatly, strawberries in a plastic container, one of those chocolate croissants from the local bakery, and two cans of sparkling lemonade that kept rolling away on the blanket every time the breeze kicked in. It definitely wasn’t a perfect P*******t picnic, but maybe that’s what made it so sweet. He really put in the effort for me. As I munched on a strawberry, I found myself staring at Frank’s hands while he rambled on about something light, a funny story from basketball practice... but my mind started drifting to heavier thoughts. I’d always seen Frank as the golden boy. You know, the kind of guy who makes teachers grin, who freshmen whisper about, and who can light up a room effortlessly. The guy who shined in every hallway he walked through. My perfect sunbeam of a boyfriend. But now... as I caught a glimpse of what he carried beneath

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"Okay, but... wasn’t it weird?" Frank asked softly, picking at the edge of the picnic blanket as the wind teased his blond hair. "I mean... your mom marrying the father of the guy who used to bully you? That sounds like something out of a psychological horror movie."I let out a dry laugh because, honestly, he wasn’t wrong. "Oh, it was weird. Super weird." I hugged my knees to my chest, staring out at the city below us. Willow Haven glowed with a soft golden light, like a postcard coming to life. "But I don’t think they knew at first. Rowan’s stepdad had no clue what his son was like at school, and my mom... well, she didn’t realize Roderick’s son was that Rowan."Frank blinked in confusion, but I want on."Apparently they fell in love in a parent-teacher conference" I said, rolling my eyes because even after all this time, it still seemed ridiculous. "They must’ve bonded over mutual exhaustion for being single parents or something. And by the time they figured out that their kids cou

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We were just about finished eating when I suddenly remembered the flyer I had stuffed into my bag. The edges were a bit crumpled from being shoved in between notebooks, but those neon letters still stood out, obnoxiously bright. I pulled it out and slid it across the blanket toward Frank, noticing his eyebrows raise as he read it."Carlisle’s party?" he repeated slowly, almost as if the paper might explode. "You... got invited?""Looks like it," I replied, making a face. "Still trying to figure out if it’s some kind of joke or if it’s a sign that the world is ending."He let out a soft laugh at that, but when our eyes met again, I saw his expression shift to something more serious-maybe even worried. "Do you... want to go?"There it was. The question I’d been expecting. The same one Millie had practically yelled at me in the hallway earlier. I took a deep breath, feeling that familiar knot of anxiety twist in my stomach, memories of cold pool water and mocking laughter flashing throug

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