All Chapters of The Teacher's Obsession: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

"Murderous" doesn't even begin to cover my mood. All night, I've been thinking of ways to kill Jace. My supposed best friend. Backstabbing asshole. He used my little sister. Rage burns in my veins as I pull up to his driveway. It’s not a feeling that will ever fade. I'm sure of it. The Ashton Martin in the same spot where I left it, and I hate myself for ever driving it. All the signs... All the jokes, the touches, the weird behaviour.. It was all because he was fucking my baby sister. Jace opens the door as I cut the engine, and we lock eyes. He sighs heavily, but says nothing. Asshole. He walks back inside, leaving the door open for me. I want to rip it off its hinges and hurl it at him, but instead, I slam it behind me, the force rattling the windows. My fists clench reflexively at the sight of him, my whole body tight with fury. He sets a cup of coffee on the kitchen island in front of me, like some sort of peace offering. I almost hurl it at his head. “What’s your intenti

I missed half of my first class, so I don't even bother going in. Instead, I wait outside my next class, lost in thought. "I'm so happy, Jace. It's great to hear you're staying with us," I hear Sarah, our principal, say, pulling me from my daydreams. I glance up to see her walking with Jace, his eyes already locked on me. "I'll stay as long as I can," Jace replies with a respectful nod, all gentleman-like. "Norali! What are you doing here?" Sarah asks, noticing me, her expression confused. "I... I was late. Missed my first class," I admit with an apologetic smile. She tuts disapprovingly. "You're never late." Before I can reply, Mason rounds the corner, instantly spotting us. His face hardens even more. "That's not like you at all, Nora," Sarah continues, shaking her head. "You can blame me for that," Mason calls out, drawing both their attention. "Mason?! I was wondering why there were students wandering around. It’s exam week; you shouldn’t miss any classes," Sarah scolds.

"Yup. He'll be out within seconds. No suspicious wounds or concussions," Jace replies, a hint of pride in his voice. "Why do you even have that?" Mason asks, narrowing his eyes. "For situations like these," Jace says, gesturing to all three of us. "That's so-" The doorbell rings. Loudly. "Go!" I hiss, pushing Jace toward my brother. They quickly crouch behind the couch, and I adjust the cushions to hide them better. The doorbell rings again, and I sigh, steeling myself. "I want you out as soon as this is over," Mason mutters behind me. I smack the couch in warning and rush to open the door, revealing Mitch standing there, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Uh, hi," I say, forcing a smile. "Hi, love," Mitch replies, stepping into the house. It feels like I'm inviting the devil in—just not the one I want. "These are for you, beautiful lady," he says, offering me the roses. "Thanks, that's... sweet," I reply, trying not to look toward the couch where Jace and Mason are hi

Mitch doesn't show up the next day. Or the next. Or even the day after. Jace is still keeping his distance, and Mason still parks his car as far from Jace's as possible. Every night, I get another lecture about ending things with Jace, but I only half-listen. I've told Hannah everything, and now she avoids Mason like the plague. I ace my English exam, but my business one was just okay—not that I care much. I can’t stop biting my nails. Mitch has to be somewhere. He didn’t just vanish from the face of the earth. “Maybe he’s sick?” Hannah suggests, sitting beside me as I stare at the door, waiting for Mitch to reappear. “Maybe he’s dead?” Ryker chimes in helpfully, his arm slung around Hannah’s shoulders. I groan and drop my head onto my knees. The grass tickles my fingers as I drag them through it, feeling the nerves coil tighter inside me. “Something's wrong. I can feel it,” I mutter into my knees. “What’s the worst he can do?” Ryker shrugs, completely unbothered. I wish I coul

He comes in my mouth, filling it completely, the taste salty and strange but somehow intoxicating in this heated moment. I swallow quickly, savoring the intensity of it, before glancing up at him. His eyes are closed, his body still tense, hands braced against the wall as if to steady himself. His expression is utterly peaceful, serene, and it’s a breathtaking sight—one I take pride in knowing I caused. I did that. Slowly, he opens his eyes, the sound of the shower cascading around us, creating a private cocoon. He gazes down at me with an intensity that makes my stomach flip before he reaches for me, lifting me effortlessly, pushing me back against the cool tiles of the shower wall. "Oh my god," he whispers, breathless, his forehead pressing against mine. "I think I just died." I smile, eyes fluttering shut as the moment wraps around us like the steam in the air. "I fucking love you. So much," he says, his voice thick with emotion, and it hits me deep. "I still can't believe you'