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Chapter eighteen : Bullseye.
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Falling For My Bully Chapter 23: Christmas Before Christmas.
TKs, their restaurant was dressed in gold and green, fairy lights coiling around the windows like they were trying to catch the last bit of magic before the year closed. Nicholas sat sandwiched between Anna and Steve, the air filled with the scent of cinnamon and roasted turkey. Their table sparkled with wrapped boxes—big, small, and oddly shaped.This wasn’t just dinner. It was their unofficial Christmas, weeks early.Steve leaned back in his chair with a grin. “Merry early Christmas, everyone! Well, since none of us will be in town for Christmas, we’re doing it now. The first-ever ‘Heirs’ Christmas exchange.”“Except it’s not much of an exchange,” Henry joked, nudging Anna beside him. “It’s more like—surprise attacks with ribbons and glitter.”Anna laughed and squeezed his hand. Betty rolled her eyes, though a soft smile curved her lips.Cilia, sitting beside Nicholas, was practically glowing. She was always radiant in groups, soaking up the attention like it was oxygen. Didi, who s
Falling For My Bully Chapter 22: Thanksgiving in London.
Nicholas’s POVBy the time Thanksgiving finally arrived, we had already been in London for a week. The Copper townhouse in Kensington was exactly as I remembered it from childhood—grand chandeliers, portraits of stiff-faced ancestors glaring down from the walls, polished wood floors that echoed with every step. Everything about it screamed old money. I hadn’t been here much after Mom and Dad got divorced. It used to be Mom’s thing to bring us here while Dad worked and joined us later, but that stopped once they ended things.Zack fit in here easily. He carried himself with that calm confidence that made people respect him without question. Mom, on the other hand, was a different story. She hated this place and only put up with all of it because of my father. Every time she crossed paths with my grandmother, I could see the hate and frustration in her eyes, her polite smile strained. They tolerated each other for Dad’s memory, but the air between them was cold.Before dinner, I slipped
Falling For My Bully Chapter 21: Tension.
Nicholas’s POV“Hey, Dad,” I whispered, clutching a bouquet of fresh flowers.I lowered myself in front of his grave, guilt weighing heavy on me. “I know I haven’t been here in a while. I’m sorry. I’ve just been… busy. I mean, there was bullying, archery, and now—” I blushed, smiling despite myself. “—a guy.”I laughed quietly. “Technically, he was my bully, but he isn’t anymore. We’re… going on our first date today. We don’t really know what we are yet, because he’s still figuring himself out. But I’m excited, Dad. I’m happy.”Talking to him felt like slipping into old habits. I used to tell him everything when he was alive—the silly little things, the important milestones, my secrets. He was there when I first figured out my sexuality, reassuring me not to hide when I had my first crush. He guided me every step of the way… until he was gone.I sat in silence for a while, then gathered the withered flowers and replaced them with the fresh ones. “I love you, Dad,” I said, before turnin
Falling For My Bully Chapter Twenty: a origin.
Nicholas’s POVAndrew kissed me with a fierce, unrelenting intensity—his lips claiming mine, leaving me breathless and dizzy in the heat of him. His hands gripped the back of my neck, pulling me closer as though letting go would break him. Every nerve in my body sparked alive, trembling under the weight of how badly I wanted this too.Then, just as suddenly, Andrew pulled back, his chest rising and falling. I searched his face, my heart sinking.“Did I… do something wrong?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.“No, you didn’t,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “I hate to say this, but I’ve got a chem test third period and I haven’t read a thing. Could we… continue this some other time?”I swallowed my disappointment and forced a small smile. “Yeah, sure.”I hesitated, then blurted out, “Also, I know we’re still figuring out… whatever this is, and you want us to move slowly, but could we—maybe—go on a date sometime?”The second the words left my mouth, his expression shifted as
Falling For My Bully Chapters Nineteen: Whatever Was in That Picture.
Nicholas’s POVI sat beside Mom, forcing a smile that felt like it might crack my face if I held it any longer.I grinned into the camera as Granny’s wrinkled face lit up on the screen.“I heard about the big win, my champion!” she said, her voice warm with pride.“Thanks, Granny,” I replied, holding up my medal. “I guess all those late nights paid off.”I hated times like this—when my mom paraded me in front of her rich friends and relatives like I was some prized showpiece. It didn’t matter if she actually liked them or not; she’d call everyone from Granny to Cousin Milo just so they could hear about my latest “achievements.” And of course, I had to play along—smile, nod, make polite small talk—while inside, all I wanted to do was vanish.I couldn’t lash out or be my usual self with her in front of people—that would be disrespectful. I don’t hate her; I’m just angry. I wish I could stop, but the anger refuses to loosen its grip, no matter how much I tell myself to let go. I’ve been
Falling For My Bully Chapter eighteen : Bullseye.
It’s been a week since we kissed.Training hasn’t been awkward—if anything, it’s been painfully normal. But believe me when I say, the silence is killing me. I want Andrew to be the one to bring it up. Not me. I mean, kissing him and him kissing me back changed everything. I wonder how it felt kissing a guy for the first time. I hate that I keep thinking about it, over and over. It's been stuck in my head like a looping video clip I can’t delete.I’m exhausted. Mentally. Emotionally. And unfortunately for me, today of all days is the competition.The entire week had been draining. The selection trials were tense, bodies lined up like soldiers, each one aiming to prove they were worth something. Thankfully, I made the cut. I guess I should feel proud. I do… sort of.After a sluggish shower and an even slower time dressing myself—because my limbs were being stubborn again—I sat in front of the mirror.I stared at myself.I looked… okay. I straightened my hoodie and took a deep breath.I
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