All Chapters of My Enemy [BL]: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The bell rang out, loud and sharp, echoing through the courtyard like an alarm. Millie let out a dramatic groan. "Ugh, there’s the signal. Sky and I have chemistry first period, which, honestly, is the least romantic subject ever."Tori chuckled, brushing her hair back. "Tell me about it. Catch you at lunch, alright?""Sure," I replied, managing a small smile. "Just try not to get caught making out in the lab or something."Millie smirked like she was up to no good. "No promises."They both waved and dashed towards the science wing, leaving me there with my backpack and a knot in my stomach. As I made my way to class, I could feel those familiar eyes on me again. It wasn’t as intense as before, but enough to make my palms a bit sweaty.Some people smiled, seemingly impressed by my new look, while others whispered behind their hands. I couldn’t tell if they were reacting to my outfit or if they were still gossiping about that embarrassing pool incident from last semester where I accide

After that fight with Rowan, the atmosphere in the house felt oddly tense, almost as if it was holding its breath. I mostly stayed holed up in my room, doing a half-hearted attempt at studying while getting lost in my novels, all the while trying to ignore the sound of his footsteps echoing in the hallway. I’d come out only when I needed food or when Mom called, doing my best to dodge him entirely. I could sense that both Mom and Roderick noticed the sudden chill between us, but they stayed silent about it. Maybe they figured we just needed some time to ’adjust.’ If only they knew that this adjustment felt more like navigating a battlefield. Avoiding Rowan at school was a whole different level of torture. It felt like the universe was piling on, since he was in nearly every one of my classes this year. I couldn’t look around without spotting him—two rows behind me in English, across the room in math, and of course, right behind me in history, because fate really knows how to mess wit

Third POVRoderick loosened his tie as he entered the softly lit bedroom. The gentle rustle of his suit jacket filled the air as he placed it over the chair. His eyes found her sitting at the edge of their king-sized bed, still in her silk robe, looking distant and lost in thought.He approached quietly, his footsteps muted by the carpet, and leaned down to kiss her temple. She didn’t shift or smile, just stared vacantly ahead, which made his chest tighten with worry."What’s wrong, sweetheart?" he asked with warmth in his voice, a soft tone that emerged whenever concern crept in.Rita sighed, her fingers gripping the edge of the blanket. "It’s Atlas," she said, her voice wavering with emotion. "He’s been... off lately. He hardly talks to me, locks himself in his room, always by himself, almost like he’s fading away, Roderick."Roderick straightened, running a hand through his hair as he settled beside her. "Teenagers go through phases," he offered, though his tone lacked assurance. "

When the bell rang, it jolted me out of the bubble we’d somehow formed around that table. Frank looked up at the clock, blinking like he couldn’t believe how much time had flown by."Guess we’ll have to save the tragic ending for tomorrow," he said, shoving his notebook into his bag."Yeah," I replied, hurriedly gathering my notes before I started overthinking the fact that he’d just spent an hour talking to me like we were friends. "We can start writing the story then.""Perfect." He got up and pushed in his chair, and I followed, trying not to stare too much as he threw his backpack over one shoulder. He made it all look so easy and natural, while I was just trying to remember how to act like a normal person.I hesitated, clutching my books to my chest as we walked to the door. "Hey, um... Frank?"He paused and turned back with that same patient look he always had."I just wanted to say sorry," I blurted out, my words tumbling over each other. "For that day... when I kind of ran off

By the time the final bell rang, I was practically bouncing in my seat. Every tick of the clock felt like it was dragging on just to tease me. As soon as class ended, I hurriedly shoved my books into my bag and dashed for the gym, trying to mask the inner panic I was feeling the whole way there.When I got to the gym, the Wolves’ basketball team was deep into practice. Their white-and-green jerseys shone under the bright lights, sneakers squeaking on the polished court, and the noise of bouncing balls mixed with sharp whistles filled the air.I hesitated at the entrance, gripping the strap of my bag. There were only a few students on the benches, mostly girlfriends or diehard fans who actually knew what a rebound was. Meanwhile, I was just trying to remember how to breathe.I found an empty spot near the back of the bleachers and sat down as quietly as I could. My heart was racing—mostly because I was about to watch Frank play, but also because Rowan was here too. Of course he was. He