All Chapters of My Enemy [BL]: Chapter 491 - Chapter 500

ELLISThe weekend came around quicker than I thought it would, and it felt like time itself was betraying me.One moment, I was buried under a mountain of assignments, getting flowers delivered, juggling coffee orders, and putting up with Lucas’s frantic texts every few hours about the ’coolest party in Beaumont history!’... his messages ranged from:"you’re coming, right?" to "if you don’t show, I’m bringing a freaking air horn to your place".And then suddenly, I was locking my apartment door behind me while Julian stood in the hallway, patiently waiting like someone who’s never been late a day in his life.I glanced down at my outfit. Just some plain black swim shorts, a worn-out white T-shirt, and some old sneakers that had definitely seen better days. Good enough, I figured. It wasn’t a fashion contest, after all, half the people would probably ditch their shirts before ten, and most wouldn’t even notice what anyone else was wearing.Then I looked at Julian. Immediately, I wished

ELLISWhen Julian vanished into that wave of attractive, overly confident college students, I realized something pretty clear: I had really fucked up.Like, an epic mistake. The kind that gets turned into stories and lessons for future generations who might think about going to pool parties with their impossibly popular roommates.I just had to go and fall in love for someone dozens of light years away from my league.Because while Julian seemed totally relaxed among what looked like half the student body, I was standing just a few feet away, feeling like an alien who’d landed on a strange planet without a map, any sort of translator, or even the basic skills needed to survive in this wild setting.The music was blasting, shaking my bones. Colorful lights were dancing across the backyard, flashing off the pool where people were splashing around, laughing like they were all making choices they’d have to explain away the next day.Everywhere I turned, there were groups of students yelli

ELLISAfter averting my gaze from Julian...the first thing I noticed was how empty my drink had gotten.One moment it was full, cold enough to make my fingers numb, and the next I was knocking back the last sip like it held the secret to all the terrible choices I’d made over the past month.Spoiler alert: it didn’t. It just tasted oddly sweet. Sweeter than I remembered, actually, with a warmth that spread through my chest as if something had been ignited inside me.I plunked the plastic cup down on the counter a bit harder than I intended and exhaled through my nose."There," I said quietly to myself. "Problem solved."Except nothing was solved. Julian was still across the yard. That girl was still perched on his lap. The knot behind my sternum was still twisting anxiously, and it hadn’t improved while I’d been stuck at this kitchen counter sipping what apparently tasted like a solution to my woes.Her fingers toyed with the collar of his shirt, and he laughed at something she whispe

ELLIS"Privately."The word came out slightly slurred, but I ignored it. Julian blinked once, then glanced at the girl on his lap, signaling their chat was over. "If you’ll excuse me."She slid off without much fuss, although she did look disappointed. Points for her panache. But then someone had to complicate things.A guy lounging nearby let out a sharp, humorless laugh. He exuded that expensive vibe, the watch, the posture, that particular brand of arrogant ease that wealth seemed to provide.He looked at me like I was some dirt that had smeared across a clean floor."And the hell who are you, exactly?" He folded his arms, leaning back as if his presence mattered simply because he existed. "Why do you think you can just stroll over here and command Julian’s attention like that?"Sometimes...and I mean sometimes, I was a pretty reasonable person, I would’ve rolled my eyes and walked away.Rich kids looking down on scholarship students was nothing new. It was practically a rite of pa

ELLISThe music from the party thudded dully through the walls of the upstairs bedroom, a distant pulse that felt a world away from the tension crackling between us.My heart raced like crazy as Julian’s lips found mine again, the kiss turning into something messy and urgent, a release for all the frustration and longing I’d been holding onto for far too long.His lips were warm and persistent, tasting slightly of whatever drink he’d been sipping, and when his tongue brushed against mine, I couldn’t help but let out another soft sound.Our breaths mingled, hot and heavy, tongues dancing together in a way that grew more intense with each passing moment. I clung tightly to the front of his shirt, my fingers twisting in the fabric like I was scared he’d pull away, while his hands roamed my back, pulling me in closer.The kiss was all heat and need, our teeth grazing, tongues sliding together in a way that made my head spin, even more than the alcohol had.Every brush, every slick movemen