The Enemy Who Loves Me

ADRIAN POV:

### Adrian's POV

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The annoying sound of my alarm clock rang relentlessly, pulling me out of the depths of my dreams. My brows furrowed as I reached out blindly, slamming my hand against the clock to shut it up.

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair.

I barely got any sleep last night.

My mind had been occupied—haunted, even—by a certain someone.

"Fiona" her name ringing in my head non stop .

I don't know what the hell she did to me, but ever since that kiss… I haven't been able to get her out of my head. It was like she sprinkled some kind of spell into my drink.

Tch. Annoying.

I already knew I was late for school, but I didn't care enough to rush.

Dragging myself out of bed, I stepped into the bathroom and took a long, cold shower. The water did little to clear my thoughts, but at least it woke me up.

After getting dressed, I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed downstairs.

I took my usual seat at the dining table, where breakfast had already been served.

My mother shot me a disapproving look. "You're late again."

I ignored her.

She sighed but didn't push further.

After finishing my meal, I grabbed my blazer and walked outside. The driver was already waiting for me.

"Sir, we can go now," he said, opening the door.

I slid into the car, and we took off toward school.

—

The school building came into view, and the car rolled to a stop.

Stepping out, I adjusted my blazer, stretching my neck lazily.

By now, the second period had already ended.

I wasn't in a hurry to get to class, so I strolled toward the sports section. That's when I noticed a familiar slender figure near the changing rooms.

I paused.

It was him.

The new student.

He was standing outside the boys' locker room, clearly waiting for something.

My eyes narrowed.

He wasn't changing with the other boys. Instead, he lingered near the entrance, peeking inside every now and then.

Suspicious.

I leaned against the wall, watching him closely.

Minutes passed. The other students finally finished changing and left. That's when he hesitated… then quickly slipped inside.

My lips curled into a smirk.

Interesting.

Silently, I followed behind.

I watched as he stood by his locker, clearly debating whether to change.

Something about his hesitation, the way his hands fidgeted, piqued my interest.

Then, just as he reached for his shirt—

"Why don't you change?"

My voice broke through the silence, making him freeze.

He spun around, eyes wide, completely startled.

I took a step closer, observing his reaction carefully.

"I've been watching you since you waited for those guys to leave."

He stammered, looking flustered. "Ah… Ehm."

I raised an eyebrow. "Ehm… what?" I challenged, tilting my head.

There was something off about him. Something I couldn't put my finger on.

My gaze lowered.

His frame was… too slender. His features—his build—didn't quite match up with the average guy.

"You can change in front of me. We're both boys, aren't we?" I said, a teasing edge in my voice.

He stiffened. Then, to my surprise, he tried to shove me aside.

Oh?

I barely budged.

A smirk played on my lips. "Oh no, you can't escape."

Before he could make another move, I grabbed his wrist and swiftly pinned him against the wall.

My body pressed against his, locking him in place.

His breath hitched.

His reaction intrigued me.

A strange sense of déjà vu washed over me.

This position… this feeling…

It reminded me of last night.

Fiona.

The way she felt in my arms. The way she responded when I kissed her. The way my body reacted to her.

And now, holding him like this—

Something about it felt exactly the same.

I stared down at him, my smirk widening.

"What do you want?" he asked, forcing a glare, but I could tell he was nervous.

Trying to act brave, huh? Cute.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, "I want you to change."

My voice was low, teasing. I knew exactly what I was doing.

I felt him shiver.

Interesting.

I tightened my grip slightly around his waist. It was—too small. Too soft.

Curiosity sparked in my mind.

I wanted to test something.

Still keeping him pinned, I let my hand drift lower.

Then, slowly, I began to lift his shirt.

Just a little more.

Just a little—