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Chapter Twenty Six
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2026-04-07 07:52:23
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Tutor For My High School Bully Chapter Twenty Six
The football field was empty when I got there. Good. I had plenty of pent-up fucking energy to get rid of, and the earlier I could get started, the better. The groundskeeper opened the gate when he saw my car pull up. Technically the school didn’t open on Sundays and sneaking in was against the rules, but he opened it anyway, no questions asked. Half the time, I despised the Dawson name, especially the fact that it came from my deadbeat old man, but in times like these, I had to admit it had its advantages. And I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to use them. Equipment room first, then an hour of drills on the field with rock music blasting into my ears at full volume. Then the weights room. Then back outside, running routes alone until my lungs were on fire and my legs were giving out and my body had absolutely nothing left. I pushed it farther anyway. I’d spent too much time slacking off already and there was no more room for weakness. The last game had been shit. I knew it, Coac
Tutor For My High School Bully Chapter Twenty Five
Twenty-five minutes. That's how long I stood in the hallway losing my mind, wanting the floor to open up and swallow me up for doing something so stupid. I inhaled, exhaled then inhaled slowly again to try and calm myself. Thankfully after a while it started to work, I grew calm, and my practical instincts kicked in, reminding me that I was a seventeen year old girl with a job to do and a family to feed and absolutely no business hiding outside a bedroom door like a little kid because of an accidental almost kiss that had lasted less than a second and meant nothing to anyone. He'd probably already forgotten about it, right? And he’s been weirdly nice to me today, so he wouldn’t torture me and bite my head off, right? I thought to myself. I smoothed my shirt down, took one more deep breath and walked back inside, prepared for the worst. The room was empty. His assessment was on the floor, completed, with the pen laid across the top. His phone was also gone from the shelf. Yes!
Tutor For My High School Bully Chapter Twenty Four
I stood just outside his door, trying to summon the courage to actually walk inside. He'd already gone in, without looking back, saying, “Shut the door behind you “ I stood in the hallway trying to have a pep talk with myself. Be professional, Lena. You need this job so you can send Gerard packing out of your family home. Be on your best behaviour, and don’t let him get a reaction out of you, no matter what he says or does. The room was enormous. I didn't know why that still surprised me about this house, that every room was just so much larger than it needed to be, larger than entire sections of the house I'd grown up in. I'd been too busy being frustrated at the loud music situation the last time I’d been in here that I barely looked around the room, but I did now that I was more clear-headed. I noticed it had high ceilings and a window that ran almost floor to ceiling along the far wall looking out over the back garden, and it was full, floor to ceiling, of expensive thing
Tutor For My High School Bully Chapter Twenty Three
"I…"I had an answer ready that I'd rehearsed on my way here in case anyone noticed the giant red handprint on my face that was now turning into an ugly bruise.It was perfectly reasonable, one that wouldn't reveal anything about my broken family life, and I was about to deliver it when my stomach growled loudly, finishing the sentence for me.Jace looked down at my stomach.I looked at the door frame and cleared my throat. "Uh... Can I come in or...?"He stepped back and jerked his head in a come-in motion, then turned and walked toward the kitchen, leaving me standing on the doorstep deciding whether my dignity could survive the next few minutes.It was going to have to.I braced myself and followed him in.The kitchen was quiet and bright, morning light streaming through the large windows and landing across the marble island in long gold strips.Jace went straight to the fridge, pulling out eggs, milk, butter. Then to the pantry for flour. Had a mixing bowl on the counter and was c
Tutor For My High School Bully Chapter Twenty Two
My mother just stood there stiffly, her fingers twitching with anxiety as she struggled with herself. “Mom? Aren’t you going to do anything?” I asked. “I’m… I’m sorry sweetheart. It’s for the best. You’ll see.” Even as I was pushing myself up off the floor, even as the side of my face throbbed with thrumming heat, she just stood there, her eyes wide and wet and she didn't move. I looked at her for one long moment. Then I picked up my bag from the floor, and ran past both of them, up the stairs to my childhood bedroom, locking the door behind me. It was exactly as I'd left it. I walked through the front door and found everything exactly where it had always been while downstairs our living room had been stripped and rearranged around a stranger. It was too much. My bookshelf sat there untouched, with the cracked spine books stacked horizontally on top of each other because I'd run out of vertical space and I was too much of a nerd to stop collecting more books. The desk where
Tutor For My High School Bully Chapter Twenty One
“What do you mean he’s staying with us?” I demanded, looking between them both for some kind of explanation that would clear everything up so everything would go back to how it was before. Gerald’s eyes moved to me slowly, his mouth downturned and his eyes hard and unfeeling, as though he’d already decided I wasn’t worth much of his time. “Your mother and I have already discussed this.” His voice was deep and unhurried. Clearly, he was not used to not being interrupted, and that each word he said was gospel. “It’s already been settled.” “I’m talking to my mother.” “--Lena…” Mom started. “--A young girl like you, growing up without a father figure.” Gerald spoke right over her, “It simply doesn’t make sense.” He continued, “ Your mother came to me, she explained the situation, all the financial difficulties, the debt, the house.” He spread his hands generously, “Thomas was my brother. And despite our many differences, he was my blood, and his family is my responsibility now. So
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