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The Breaking Point
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The College Bad Boy's Target Hurt
Chapter 104; Hurt.Ollie’s povI woke up to the soft hum of the heater and the faint smell of coffee drifting through the air. For a few seconds, I didn’t move. My head felt heavy, and my body was still wrapped in warmth. It took me a moment to realize that I wasn’t in my apartment. The blanket beneath my fingers wasn’t mine—it was thicker, softer, and smelled faintly of pine and detergent.Then I remembered—Ryder.Everything from last night came rushing back like a wave hitting too hard. His steady voice, the concern in his eyes, the way he’d stayed close when I’d started shaking. I didn’t mean to fall asleep here, but I guess I’d passed out from exhaustion.I blinked up at the unfamiliar ceiling. The light through the curtains was gray and soft, meaning it was still early. My chest ached as I sat up slowly, my heart beating too loud in the quiet room. I didn’t want him to see me like this—messy hair, tired face, and a mind full of panic I couldn’t explain.The door creaked slightly,
The College Bad Boy's Target The Knock
Chapter 103 – The Knock(Ryder’s POV)The knock came again, louder this time—three heavy thuds that shook the front door. Ollie flinched like he’d been hit. His face went pale, his breathing uneven, and I could see the panic in his eyes before he even spoke.“She’s here,” he whispered.The words made my stomach twist. I didn’t waste time thinking. I grabbed his arm gently but firmly. “Come on.”He hesitated, frozen, like his body couldn’t decide whether to move or collapse. “Ryder, she’ll—”“I don’t care,” I said quietly. “We’re not opening that door.”The knock came again, followed by her voice—rough, slurred, angry. “Ryder! I know he’s in there!”Ollie’s hands started shaking. I reached for them without thinking, pressing his trembling fingers between mine. “Hey, look at me,” I said. His eyes flicked up, glassy and scared. “You’re safe here. I promise.”He shook his head. “You don’t know what she’s like.”“I don’t need to,” I said. “You’re not going down there.”For a moment, neithe
The College Bad Boy's Target Fragile Walls
Chapter 102 – Fragile Walls(Ollie’s POV)When I woke up, everything felt wrong. The air smelled clean, not like the damp, stale scent of my apartment. The sheets beneath me were soft, too soft, and sunlight poured through curtains that weren’t mine. For a moment, I thought I was dreaming again, caught in one of those strange, foggy moments where everything feels safe before it falls apart.Then I heard it … footsteps.I sat up too quickly, my head spinning, and the room swayed around me. My throat was dry, my skin hot, but beneath the fever haze, recognition hit me. The posters on the wall, the guitar propped in the corner, the faint scent of soap and pine, Ryder’s room.My chest tightened.The door creaked open and there he was, holding a tray. He froze when our eyes met.“You’re awake,” he said quietly, almost like he didn’t want to scare me.“What…” My voice came out rough, broken. “What am I doing here?”He walked in slowly, setting the tray on the desk. “You were sick. I couldn’
The College Bad Boy's Target Lines we can't cross
Chapter 101 – Lines We Can’t CrossRyder’s POVI couldn’t get the image of Ollie’s face out of my head, the way his eyes looked empty that day, how his voice trembled when he told me to leave him alone. I’d tried to give him space, really tried, but something in me refused to sit still. The silence between us had stretched for days, and every hour felt wrong. I told myself I was just worried, that I only wanted to make sure he was safe, but deep down, I knew it was more than that.I started asking around quietly, hoping someone might know where he’d gone. Most people shrugged, others made jokes about him skipping school again, but then one of the guys from class mentioned seeing him near the old apartments at the edge of town. “He looked sick, man,” he said. “Like, pale. Barely standing.”That was all I needed to hear.By the time I reached the building, the sun had already dipped low, leaving everything washed in gray. The place looked abandoned, peeling paint, cracked windows, the f
The College Bad Boy's Target The Breaking Point
Chapter 99 – The Breaking PointOllie’s POVThe days after the argument blur together like a bad dream. I stop answering messages, ignore every knock on my door, and let the world shrink down to the size of my bedroom. The curtains stay drawn, the air heavy with silence. My phone buzzes sometimes, Ryder’s name flashes across the screen, but I can’t bring myself to read what he sends. Every vibration feels like a reminder of what I said to him, the look on his face when I accused him of pitying me.I didn’t mean it. Not exactly. But the words came out sharp and ugly because it was easier to lash out than admit how scared I was. Scared that he’d see me for what I really am, broken, messy, a walking bruise inside and out.By the third day, my mom barely notices I haven’t gone to school. She’s too busy sleeping off another hangover, the house reeking of cheap perfume and cigarettes. I try to eat, but even the thought of food makes my stomach twist. My ribs ache when I breathe, a dull remi
The College Bad Boy's Target What I shouldn't have Seen
Chapter 98 – What I Shouldn’t Have SeenRyder’s POVBy the end of the week, something in Ollie’s eyes had changed. It wasn’t just the usual tiredness or the way he hid behind those quiet smiles. It was something sharper, heavier, like a secret pressing too close to the surface.I told myself to let it go. To give him space. But every time he flinched at a sudden sound, or every time his sleeve slipped and I thought I saw another faint mark, the thought crept back, something was wrong.I’d tried to ignore it. But ignoring it didn’t stop the unease growing inside me.At first, I started noticing patterns. The way he’d leave school quickly, never answering texts after a certain hour. The way he avoided certain conversations, especially when people mentioned home or parents. I’d heard whispers before, students talking in half-truths and pity. I used to brush them off, but now they stuck.On Monday, I overheard two guys near the lockers.“His uncle’s a freak, man. I heard yelling once when
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