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Chapter Fifty Eight

Penulis: Marvea
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Stacey’s POV:

They called me “slut professor.”

At first, I thought it was just one cruel comment. A one-off. Someone trying to get a cheap laugh in a thread already bloated with judgment and jealousy.

But then it stuck.

Like gum on the bottom of a shoe.

Like mold in the corners of a perfect home.

And then it spread.

I woke up the next morning to my phone buzzing like a trapped bee, hundreds of notifications, each more venomous than the last. Hashtags trended:

#SlutProfessor

#PredatorInHeels

#JusticeForNoah

The video had gone beyond the school now.

It was on gossip blogs and on forums. On Twitter, TikTok, and YouTube. People who didn’t even know me had formed entire opinions, stitching my character together from a thirty-second video and a few dramatic captions.

There were reaction videos. Commentaries. Think pieces.

People debated whether I was a monster or just another pathetic woman “using her position for access to young flesh.” Some were worse. Graphic. Violent.

They dissected my
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  • A Yearning Beyond Years   Chapter Fifty Eight

    Stacey’s POV:They called me “slut professor.”At first, I thought it was just one cruel comment. A one-off. Someone trying to get a cheap laugh in a thread already bloated with judgment and jealousy.But then it stuck.Like gum on the bottom of a shoe.Like mold in the corners of a perfect home.And then it spread.I woke up the next morning to my phone buzzing like a trapped bee, hundreds of notifications, each more venomous than the last. Hashtags trended:#SlutProfessor#PredatorInHeels#JusticeForNoahThe video had gone beyond the school now.It was on gossip blogs and on forums. On Twitter, TikTok, and YouTube. People who didn’t even know me had formed entire opinions, stitching my character together from a thirty-second video and a few dramatic captions.There were reaction videos. Commentaries. Think pieces.People debated whether I was a monster or just another pathetic woman “using her position for access to young flesh.” Some were worse. Graphic. Violent.They dissected my

  • A Yearning Beyond Years   Chapter Fifty Seven

    Noah’s POV:The court still smelled like sweat, rubber soles, and victory.My jersey clung to me, damp and heavy, but I didn’t care. I’d done it. We’d done it. We freaking won.My teammates swarmed me, clapping my back, slapping my head, and screaming my name like I was some kind of legend. Coach yelled something about scouts watching and the game footage already going viral. It should’ve felt like the best moment of my life.But all I wanted was her.I scanned the stands again, but Stacey was already gone from her seat.My heart kicked. I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the congratulations and the reporters trying to get a word. I had tunnel vision, every part of me moving toward where I needed to be.She kept her promise. She was there. I saw her.Now I needed to find her.The evening air slapped my face as I stepped out of the stadium tunnel, the crowd still buzzing behind me. Some people hung around the pavement, chatting, taking photos, and scrolling on their phones like they

  • A Yearning Beyond Years   Chapter Fifty Six

    Stacey’s POV:The roar of the stadium was thunderous, echoing off the high ceilings and pulsing through the bleachers like a living heartbeat. Even from the upper tier, I could feel it vibrating in my chest, the electric buzz of adrenaline, tension, and pride.But I wasn’t listening to the noise.I was watching him.Noah Blake.Number 7.Tall. Focused. Commanding.He stood at the edge of the court, bouncing the ball once, twice, then handing it off to the ref. His face was all sharp lines and steel. No trace of the boy who kissed me with trembling fingers that night in the hospital hallway. No hint of the softness he showed when he whispered he wanted me by his side for this very moment.He was all athlete now. All fire and hunger.And he was magnificent.Around me, the whispers still lingered.“That’s her, yeah, the teacher.”“Ugh, I can’t believe she showed up.”“Shameless.”“She’s literally cheering for him? Like, get a grip.”I blocked them out.Let them talk.Let them gossip and

  • A Yearning Beyond Years   Chapter Fifty Five

    Stacey’s POV: The mirror caught my reflection as I slid in the last gold hoop earring. My lips were glossy, cheeks softly blushed, and the tight, crimson blouse I wore gave a confident illusion I was far from feeling. Chloe clapped from behind, holding my coat in one hand and a makeup brush like a wand in the other. “Damn, girl. If hotness was a sport, you’d be the one playing interstate,” she teased, tossing the coat over my shoulders. I laughed, smoothing my blouse. “It’s Noah’s big day. I need to look my best.” Chloe raised her brow. “Noah’s big day, but I feel like you’re the one scoring tonight.” I threw a pillow at her, and she ducked, still laughing. Everything felt light. Normal. Good. Until the buzz came. My phone lit up with a ping. A message. Nothing out of the ordinary. But something in my gut shifted when I saw the preview: “You’re disgusting!!” My fingers froze in midair. “What is it?” Chloe asked, noticing the sudden change in my expression. I didn’

  • A Yearning Beyond Years   Chapter Fifty Four

    Stacey’s POV:The week leading up to the interstate game moved in a blur of adrenaline and whispered prayers.Noah's injury had finally healed completely. The limp that once accompanied every step was gone, replaced by a fierce determination that shimmered in his eyes every time he walked into practice.That Monday, he sent me a video of himself sprinting full-court, finishing with a perfect layup. My heart soared watching it. He looked strong again. Free. Hungry.We'd built this secret world together, one made of quiet evenings, stolen kisses, and hidden smiles, but this? This was his world. The court. The noise. The roar of the crowd. And now, he was ready to reclaim it.Every evening that week, he'd train till sweat soaked through his shirt. He'd call me after, sometimes too tired to say much beyond, "I'm coming back. I can feel it."I believed him.How could I not?Even when he was broken, he was extraordinary. But now? Now he was unstoppable.He didn’t just train with his body. H

  • A Yearning Beyond Years   Chapter Fifty Three

    Tessa's POV:I walked out of the café with a strange ache in my chest. Not the kind that came from heartbreak, but the kind that followed a long-overdue closure. Liam had always been a chapter I kept open out of pity or nostalgia, but sitting across from him that afternoon, watching him insist that he could win me back, I knew it was over and had been for a while.His words lingered as I crossed the street, the city humming around me. “I’m going to keep trying.”I should have felt flattered. Touched, even. But I didn’t. I just felt tired. And ready. Ready to move forward.The next morning, I found myself back on campus, hiding behind my coffee cup and pretending I was more composed than I felt. My lectures flew by in a blur, the same way clouds roll past a window when your mind is somewhere else entirely.And my mind was definitely somewhere else.I hadn’t forgotten the other conversation I needed to have. The one with Michael.After my last class, I saw him from the hallway, standing

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