My Enemy [BL]
I tugged at my bag strap, trying to act like I didn’t see it.
"Uh... why are they all staring?" I muttered under my breath.
"Because you’re hot?" Millie said casually, locking the car. "Don’t worry, they’ll get used to it."
"Great," I mumbled, following her toward the entrance.
We spotted Tori sitting on a bench near the school gates, her electric guitar resting on her knee. She was hard to miss—tall with sharp features, short black hair styled into a wolf cut that perfectly framed her pale face. Her outfit screamed gothic rebellion: ripped black jeans, combat boots, a choker, and dark lipstick that made her smirk even more intimidating.