My Enemy [BL]
As I pulled out my notebook, I could practically feel Rowan’s presence weighing on me, that annoying awareness he was right there—and I imagined his stupidly perfect hair still smelled like some fancy shampoo.
"Fantastic," I whispered under my breath. "History class with my evil stepbrother and his personal cheerleader. Just great."
The teacher hadn’t even walked in yet, and I was already contemplating faking an illness.
I was just getting settled in when that annoyingly familiar voice drifted through the room, sweet as sugar but sharp as glass.
"Well, well," Ainsley drawled, her tone oozing with sarcasm. "Look at you, Atlas. Love the new outfit. Trying to impress someone?"