My Enemy [BL]
Frank and I strolled down the quiet hallway during free period, our footsteps echoing softly against the tiled floor. I still couldn’t believe it—I was actually paired up with him. Of all people, the universe decided to throw me together with Frank Carrington.
He was animatedly sharing stories about his summer trip to Spain, his voice warm and engaging, and his hands gesturing as he recounted the chaos of stopping his little brother from jumping into the hotel fountain.
"I swear, that kid has no self-preservation instinct," Frank laughed. "Mom nearly passed out, and Dad just stood there snapping pictures like it was the funniest thing ever."