Falling for my Enemy's Brother-Chapter 66: Don’t You Forget About Me

A chill ran through Merlina. Like...Oh Shit!

Not now.

She gave a small shake of her head, subtle but firm. Her eyes begged him to understand that this wasn’t the time.

But before Craig could fully register what she was trying to signal, Louis’s head peeked out from behind the bus at the sound of his voice. The moment he realized who it was, Louis stepped out fully. Head tilted, his gaze sweeping from Merlina to Craig, sharp and searching.

"What’s going on?" he asked, voice calm but steady.

Craig turned slowly, locking eyes with Louis. Then, without a word, he looked at Merlina. And then back at Louis.

Louis’s gaze flicked to Merlina too—brief but loaded—before returning to Craig.

The air around them thickened. No one said anything. Just shifting eyes, glances bouncing back and forth like some unspoken code was trying and failing to crack itself.

Merlina blinked, scrambling for something—anything—that wouldn’t blow up in her face.

Craig wasn’t saying a word, and she could feel his unwillingness to engage rising like a wall beside her. He was making it obvious he didn’t owe Louis an explanation, but she did.

Her pulse skittering. Words tangled at the tip of her tongue—truths she couldn’t afford to say.

’We kissed, last night at the pine tree and we left things unfinished.’

But those thoughts stayed locked behind her teeth, scratching the side of her head in fake nonchalance. "He was just asking for Phoebe," she muttered, the first lie that could come to her head.

Louis’s brows pinched together. "Phoebe?"

Merlina heart begged for Craig not to fire off one of his usual snarky comebacks. He didn’t.

Louis scanned the beach, eyes darting until he spotted her. Then, looking straight at Craig, he said, "She’s right there." He nodded toward the small group of students near the entrance.

Craig didn’t bother turning fully. He gave only a partial glance over his shoulder, then looked back at Louis, his expression carefully blank.

For a second, he looked back at Merlina. There was something in his eyes—hurt, maybe even regret. She wasn’t sure. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by that same cold look she’d seen before.

Without a word, Craig turned and walked away. Hands in his pockets, jaw tight, his strides clean and final.

Merlina finally let out the breath of relief escape.

Louis turned to her again. "What was that about?"

"I don’t know," she said, trying to sound breezy, but her cracking voice had other plans. "He was just asking about the fight between Phoebe and I."

"What’s that got to do with him?" Louis asked, eyes puzzled.

She hesitated. "Maybe because Phoebe mentioned him—or his brother. I don’t know."

Louis didn’t push it. He just nodded slowly, as if he didn’t quite buy it, then smoothly changed the subject.

But even as the conversation moved on, Merlina felt shaken—realizing that one moment of weakness had unknowingly given Craig more power over her than she ever wanted. ’God, what had she let happen?’ The question kept on echoing in her head.

Finally, it was time to head to the Airport, back to Belford and with it came a rush of relief—the trip had been nothing but a curse in disguise.

Before she could brace herself, school roared back to life. The hallways buzzed with energy, filled with the noise of fresh beginnings—new assignments demanding her focus, group meetings pulling her in every direction, and the relentless pulse of a new week that refused to pause.

And Craig?

He texted.

’I’m not trying to complicate things.’

’I just want to understand.’

’Can we talk?’

But she still didn’t respond, because she had made up her mind that she was going to pretend it didn’t happen—that it was a slip up, a mistake, nothing but a rush of impulse and poor choices.

Not long ago, she was judging her late mother, furious with her for cheating, full of anger, full of disgust. Now she was no different. Maybe worse—because she knew the damage it caused, the people it would hurt and still, she let it happen.

Meanwhile, Craig was unraveling.

Adriana tried to keep things light as usual, playful even. But he wasn’t really there. He engaged in conversations and fun activities she wanted, but it all felt hollow, like a mask he couldn’t quite wear right.

This wasn’t who he was or who he wanted to be.

He never cheated. He never clung to something broken, or relationships that didn’t serve him. When it was done, he walked away. Simple.

But this? This wasn’t simple. There was no next move. No easy exit. Just the memory of Merlina’s kiss—and the unbearable silence that followed it.

He had never been this guy before. The one double-texting, heart pounding with every click. The one hoping for a reply. The one who wondered, quietly aching, if he’d misunderstood everything between them.

Had he?

Because everytime he tried to approach her at school, she stuck tightly to Megan or Louis, like they were her personal bodyguards—her shield against him.

The idea that she might actually care about Louis, that she held tightly onto him, even after what happened between them, left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He made up his mind to send one final message. When silence followed, again, something broke inside him. He was done being ignored and dismissed like this.

He laid his heart bare at El Capitan, he let his walls crumble, showing her a side she rarely saw—vulnerable, open. And yet, that vulnerability felt wasted.

She couldn’t even find it in her to have one conversation, not even a simple text. How could she care and still shut him out like this?

Now ? He was done caring, done reaching out. Because if she was going to act like nothing happened, then fine.

He would too.

So when Keith brought her up in passing, Craig snapped.

"Who cares?"

He went cold again. As if a switch had been flipped, shutting everything down.

She kissed him. And now she was ignoring him?

The nerve.

It wasn’t just hurt anymore. It was pride. It was ego. It was rage. The kind of quiet, simmering anger that didn’t explode—it just poisoned slowly.

His birthday was coming up, and the timing couldn’t have been worse.

Or maybe it was the perfect storm.

"We’re throwing a birthday party?" Adriana asked, her voice already lilting with anticipation.

"Mmm-hm." Craig gave a slow nod, a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Brandon style. No. Grander...I don’t care if they have to tear down a ballroom and rebuild it in glass."

Adriana gasped, delighted. "Say no more."

She was already unlocking her phone, ideas pouring out like champagne. "We’re talking Venetian chandeliers, a champagne wall, velvet-draped lounges, maybe aerial dancers—no, scratch that. Live performers straight from Paris. I’ll have Lydia from Étoile Events on speed dial by noon."

Craig didn’t stop her. If anything, he leaned into the madness. The louder the party, the easier it’d be to drown out the silence she left behind.

Craig nodded when expected, smiled on cue—but his mind was miles away.

If Merlina wanted to pretend he didn’t exist, he’d give her a reminder at every corner.

The plan? Turn Belford College upside down. Invitations in every hallway. His name on every lip, echoing through every hall she walked.

He was Craig Lesnar—and she was going to remember that.