My Enemy [BL]
she whispered softly, "He won’t even be able to walk through those doors without everyone laughing at him again."
Brittany raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "You sound like you’ve got a plan already."
Ainsley’s smirk sharpened, filled with confidence. "Oh, I do," she said, striding toward the door with her heels clicking ominously against the tile. "And when I’m done, Atlas Loren will wish he never set foot in this school."
The door swung open behind her with a loud echo, shutting just as quickly as it opened.
Brittany let out a low whistle, shaking her head. "Well," she muttered, hopping off the counter with a smirk of her own. "That settles that."