บททั้งหมดของ The Bad Boy's First Love: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Lydia’s P.O.VIf I could laugh at the scene in front of me then I would have, but alas, you can’t have everything in life.Lyric and Nate were eyeing each other as if they were big bad wolves sizing up their prey and while Lyric actually looked menacing, Nate looked too adorable to act the big bad wolf.Thankfully Stephen wasn’t on the scene as he had gone out with mom and Ivy to get some last minute things in order and my dad was at work, as usual, otherwise the scene would’ve been much worse. Nathan had been the one to greet us as we reached home and now he probably thinks I’ve brought home a boyfriend from college. However, the misconception that Lyric had about Nate became clear the next instant.“A bit young to be getting married, aren’t you?” Lyric asked with his eyebrows raised.“I’m 19.” Nate said with a sickly sweet smile. “But I’m not the one ge

Lydia’s P.O.VI knocked on the guest bedroom door nervously, feeling guilty for having ditched Lyric completely last night. When I had come down for dinner last night, Ivy had informed me that he had retired to his room early and she had sent his dinner to his room.I hadn’t disturbed him last night thinking that he might be tired, but this morning, I had to come knocking at his door because of selfish reasons.When Lyric didn’t open the door after knocking on it twice, I tried turning the knob and found the door unlocked. Pushing the door open, I entered the guest room and shut the door behind me.“Lyric?” I called out, finding the room empty.The guest room wasn’t all that different from the other rooms in the house. It was a bit smaller in size with a closet, a queen sized bed and a study table and chair at one end of the room. It also had an attached bathroom. So I walked towards the bathroom

Chapter 25:Lyric’s P.O.V“Holy shit!” I blinked at my reflection at the mirror. “I like Lydia McKenzie!”The realization wasn’t what had me stunned, but it was the fact that it had taken so long for me to realize it, that was what surprised me most.Lydia was an astounding woman. She was beautiful and not just on the outside, but she was a kind hearted and compassionate person. She was also the person who gave me comfort. Just being around her was enough for me to feel better, feel…refreshed. She makes me want to be a better version of myself, a better person who she can be proud of.A knock on the door sounded then and I fixed the buttons on my tux before opening the door to my room.“Stephen?” I raised my eyebrows at him as I moved aside to let him enter.“Here,” he held out his hand with a box in it. “Dad send it for you. It&

Lydia’s P.O.VSomeone was sleeping beside me.That was the first thought I had as soon as I woke up to the warmth of someone’s body and their arms around me.But when I opened my eyes, all I saw was darkness.Panic started to set in as I brought my fingers closer to my face and touched my eyelids to make sure that my eyes were indeed open. They were, but I couldn’t see anything.The bullet was pressing on my optic nerve.Removing the arm from around my waist, I sat up in bed rapidly while searching around with my hands to remember where I was. Thankfully, I still had clothes on, that means whoever I was with, didn’t do anything to me last night. I was trying to keep my panic at bay, but my movements were jerky, alarmed.And then I felt movement beside me along with the rustling of the sheets.“Lydia?” I heard Lyric’s soft voice and relief washed over me immediately. &ld

Lydia’s P.O.VI got up from my seat as the bell rang, signaling the end of class. I had another class today but that was about an hour later. Maybe I would go grab an early lunch?As I was about to exit the classroom, someone stopped me by calling out my name. Turning towards the sound of the voice, I found a boy running to catch up to me. He was around five feet nine in height with sandy blonde hair and light green eyes with a lean athletic build. He handed me a piece of paper as he came to a stop in front of me.“Hi,” he panted. “I’m Ethan Stonewall. You might not know me but we’re in the same class.”“Hi, Ethan.” I tilted my head to the side. “I’m Lydia McKenzie.”“I know…,” Ethan scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “We’re partners in Psychology 2. The teacher paired us together for the project that is due next week. This