บททั้งหมดของ My Enemy [BL]: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

The playoffs had kicked off, and the whole school seemed to be all about basketball. Everywhere I looked, there were chants, posters plastered on the walls, and pep rallies happening. The cheerleaders were practicing as if their social lives depended on it – maybe they did.Of course, Ainsley was front and center, barking out orders in her sparkly green and white uniform, her ponytail bouncing around like she was defying gravity.I didn’t really mind that she hardly acknowledged me anymore. In fact, it was kind of nice not having her in my face all the time. What I didn’t enjoy was having to sit through every single basketball practice.Frank was the one who insisted."Come on, Atlas," he’d said with that infuriatingly charming grin of his. "You’re my lucky charm. I play better when you’re watching."How could I say no to that?So there I was again, sitting on the bleachers with my backpack next to me, trying to look interested while my mind screamed to be at home reading a NovelFire

Even saying that out loud felt like a dream.Her eyes sparkled, and for a moment, she looked years younger. "Oh, sweetheart, that’s wonderful! He seems like such a nice young man. Roderick mentioned he saw him pick you up the other day."I guess you could call me lucky, I came out to my mom while in tears one evening when I was sixteen, half expecting her to treat me like shit or send me to a Pray Away The Gay camp.But she merely grinned, wiped away my tears and told me that she’d still love me no matter who I loved. And she supported me all through the pool incident when the entire school learned I was gay and I kept getting homophobic comments thrown my way.Which is more than I can say about Millie’s parents, they never accepted she was a lesbian and they cut her off. And now... she lives with Tori with no thoughts of going home."Yeah, he’s... really great," I replied, even though part of me couldn’t shake the memory of Rowan’s harsh words from that night...’Frank would never go

Third Person’s POVThe warmth of her body and the mix of sweat and desire surrounded him. He lingered for a moment, letting the aftershocks fade and the anger seep away, replaced by a deep weariness. As the thrill wore off, thoughts of Atlas and Frank slowly crept back in, like shadows stretching out as the sun dipped below the horizon."Wow," Ainsley’s soft, breathy voice broke the stillness. She lifted her head from the pillow, looking back at him with a twinkle in her eye and a small smile. "That was... incredible."He let out a grunt, a vague acknowledgment. As he shifted his weight, he pulled away from her, the sound marking the end of their encounter. Rolling onto his side, he nestled onto the mattress beside her. The cool air against his damp skin sent a shiver down his spine.Ainsley turned to face the ceiling, stretching luxuriously, her body still humming with pleasure. She reached out, her fingers lightly brushing his jaw, possessive yet gentle. "You were really... intense

The bleachers were overflowing, the roar of the crowd rolling through the gym like a wave. The Wolves were warming up on the court, the squeak of sneakers against polished wood cutting through the blare of pop music. The air was electric...tense, hot, and heavy with competition.I squeezed through a group of students until I found a spot near the middle row. My heart was hammering like I was the one about to play, not Frank. I spotted him across the court, stretching with that focused, confident expression he always had before a game. Rowan stood a few feet away, rolling a basketball in his hands, ignoring Frank completely.Just great."Well, if it isn’t Little Miss Frank’s Boyfriend."I didn’t even have to turn to recognize that voice. My stomach dropped. Ainsley appeared beside me, flipping her perfect red hair over her shoulder, her cheer uniform fitting like it was made for her alone. Her lips curved into a smirk that didn’t reach her eyes."...Ainsley," I greeted, trying to sound

The unspoken feelings lingered in the air around us as I sensed the warmth of his presence close to mine.In that instant, I caught a glimpse of something different in Frank’s eyes—a fleeting spark of vulnerability, as if my confession had stripped away the final threads of his composure, leaving him exposed and sincere.Before I could utter a word, he leaned in closer, his hand gently cradling my face in a way that contrasted sharply with the storm brewing inside him.Then, unexpectedly, his lips met mine in a kiss that was both urgent and intense and nearly knocked the wind out of me, driven not only by passion but by a cascade of emotions and guilt he seemed to release all at once.I gasped softly into the kiss, my fingers instinctively clutching his freshly changed shirt, pulling him nearer, as if to anchor us within this fragile connection amidst the whirlwind of our day.His mouth moved against mine with an intensity that conveyed everything he couldn’t articulate, the regret fo