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The noise inside Me
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The College Bad Boy's Target Chapter 71
CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE:Ollie’s POVThe night dragged like it didn’t want to end. Every time I closed my eyes, the screen flashed behind them — the messages, the rush, the hollow silence that followed. I kept turning over, trying to find comfort, but there wasn’t any. The air felt heavy, and my room was too quiet. I could hear my own heartbeat like a drum in my chest.At some point, I gave up on sleep. I just stared at the ceiling, tracing the faint cracks above me, counting them over and over until my thoughts blurred. I wanted morning to come, but I also dreaded it. Because morning meant facing school again. Facing him again.When the alarm finally went off, it didn’t feel like waking up. It felt like just changing scenery. I moved through my routine slowly, like my body was there but my mind was somewhere else. The mirror showed me what I didn’t want to see — eyes dull, skin pale, lips pressed tight like I was holding something in. Maybe I was.The walk to school was quiet. The street
The College Bad Boy's Target Chapter 70
CHAPTER SEVENTY:Ryder’s POVThe morning air felt colder than usual. I walked through the school gates with my hands shoved deep into my jacket pockets, my head buzzing with thoughts I couldn’t quiet. It had been bothering me since yesterday—the look in Ollie’s eyes, the way he said he was fine when everything about him screamed the opposite. I tried to tell myself to let it go, that maybe he just needed space, but that wasn’t me. I wasn’t good at pretending not to care, not when it came to him.I spotted him near his locker before first period. He was there early, which was strange. Usually, he showed up just in time, hair messy, eyes tired but soft when he smiled. This morning, he didn’t smile. His face looked pale under the hallway lights, his shoulders hunched, as if just standing upright took effort. I started walking toward him, but then he closed his locker and walked away fast, blending into the crowd before I could say a word.Something twisted in my chest. I didn’t know what
The College Bad Boy's Target Fading Light
Chapter 69 – Fading LightOllie’s POVThe sun was already dipping low when I finally stepped outside. The air was cool, brushing against my face as if it knew I needed something real to wake me up from the fog I’d been trapped in all day. I shoved my hands deep into my hoodie pockets and started walking, my head down, the weight of my bag pressing against my shoulder.It felt strange leaving school grounds today. The chatter of people behind me sounded like a life I couldn’t reach anymore — normal, loud, careless. I used to belong to that kind of noise. Now, everything around me seemed to echo too much, like I was walking inside a bubble and the world was somewhere else entirely.The streets were half-empty, the faint sound of traffic humming in the distance. I followed the same route I always took home, past the corner store, the bakery that closed too early, and the row of small houses with their paint peeling from the sun. I knew every crack in the sidewalk, every broken streetligh
The College Bad Boy's Target Cracks in the Silence
Chapter 68 – Cracks in the SilenceOllie's pov The next morning came too soon. My alarm dragged me out of a half-sleep that felt more like floating than resting. My body was heavy, my head pounding with the weight of everything I had done the night before. I wanted to stay under the covers, hide from the world, and pretend none of it had happened. But the clock kept moving, and eventually I pushed myself out of bed, my limbs sluggish as if I was wading through mud.The shower didn’t help much. The water was hot, steam clouding the mirror, but the fog in my head stayed. I looked at myself afterward, towel slung around my waist, and I couldn’t hold my own stare. My eyes were ringed with shadows, and I looked pale, like someone hollowed me out. I dressed slowly, pulling on clothes that felt too tight even though they fit fine. My bag felt heavier than it should when I slung it over my shoulder.At school, the hallways buzzed with energy I couldn’t match. People laughed, talked, slammed
The College Bad Boy's Target The weight I Carry
Chapter 67 – The Weight I CarryOllie's pov I woke up the next morning with the kind of heaviness that clung to me before I even opened my eyes. My body didn’t feel like mine, my mind kept circling back to the night before, to the glow of the screen and the rush I couldn’t explain away. The shame crept in the moment I shifted under the blankets, reminding me of what I’d chosen, what I couldn’t seem to stop myself from doing. I stayed still for a while, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself that today would feel different, that maybe I could walk into school and leave last night behind.I dragged myself out of bed, forcing my body through the motions. Shower, clothes, bag. Every step felt heavier than usual, but I couldn’t stall forever. By the time I walked out the door, the air felt too sharp against my skin. The world was moving like it always did, but I was stuck in the middle of it, carrying something no one could see.At school, the noise hit me all at once. Voices e
The College Bad Boy's Target The weight of Silence
Chapter 66 – The Weight of SilenceOllie's pov The morning dragged before it even began. I moved through the halls of school like my body was there but my head was somewhere else. Every classroom felt too bright, every voice too sharp. I sat at my desk with a pen in my hand, but the words on the board refused to stick. My notebook filled with lines I couldn’t even read back.I forced myself to laugh when someone made a joke. I answered questions when people asked me things, nodded at the right times, acted like nothing was wrong. My smile felt stiff, and my voice sounded flat even to me. Beneath it all, my chest was tight. I kept glancing around, searching for eyes I didn’t want to find but felt anyway.Ryder was always somewhere near. Sometimes behind me, sometimes across the room, sometimes leaning against a wall as if he wasn’t watching, but I knew. My skin burned every time I felt his gaze. It followed me from one class to the next, silent but heavy.At lunch, I sat with my frien
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