Lahat ng Kabanata ng Exclusive to the bad boy : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chapter One: Nineteen is the Goal **Lyric POV** **Flashback** I remember the red and blue lights of the cop cars flashing like strobe lights, the constant wail of sirens piercing the air, and the golden-haired paramedic gently pulling a cloth over my shoulder. He carefully immobilized my leg while another paramedic held a tiny flashlight, peering into my eyes. “She looks healthy, aside from a few scratches here and there. The fracture will heal in a month or so. She will be fine,” he announced, but I paid no attention to his words; my eyes were glued to the ambulance. I stared at the stretcher, horrified as an arm rolled off it and hit the ground. One of the paramedics quickly followed, picking it up and placing it back on the stretcher as if it were a loose gumball. I cringed at the sight of my favorite candy ring adorning her index finger. I had given her that ring. “What is your name, sweetie? Who is the lady on the stretcher?” he asked. I gave him no re

# Chapter Three: Gavin Hawkins was an Asshole The first hours of school went on smoothly until literature, when the teacher talked about the bullying she had suffered back in school. It made me remember when I was younger. I had been a shy and quiet kid, but my mutism had made me an easy target for bullies. They called me "silent treatment" and said I was "ignoring" them, even when I was trying my best to communicate. They pushed me around, tripped me in the hallways, and even stole my lunch money. This was college, and so much had changed. Some people had realized it was a disorder and not my doing; only Emilia had changed. I shook my head, trying to get those thoughts off my mind. "Are you okay, Miss Spencer?" The literature teacher, Miss Beth, had inquired, her face contorting in worry. It warmed my heart that she cared about me. Only a few people cared about me. Before I could gesture that I was fine, someone beat me to it. I didn't know who in a cl

Chapter five: You can't let anyone bully you Lyric POV As if on cue, the class of sixty students laughed at my predicament. I could only feel the hole in my chest getting bigger; to think I would get used to all this by now. I guess I am too weak. Last year, we had a big project due, and I worked really hard on it. But when I tried to present, I couldn't speak. The bullies started laughing, saying I was "faking it" and "just trying to get attention." The teacher didn't do much to stop it, and I felt like I was all alone. I started to doubt myself, wondering if I was indeed "stupid" or "weird." I began to skip school, afraid of facing the bullies again. Now it was happening again. I could not go a day without berating myself. Maybe my sick mind loved the twisted attraction. As I stood there, paint dripping down my face, I felt a mix of humiliation and anger. Gavin's eyes widened in surprise, his expression shifting from confusion to concern. "Are you oka

Chapter Seven: Pizza n Stuff Lyric POV I insisted Wren leave instead of following me into our house. We might have known each other since middle school, but Wren had never been into our house. I prayed it remained so. You never know when my drunkard of an uncle would run out of money and return home. That meant he would take out all his frustrations on me, and I don't want Wren getting involved. Wren was a sweetheart; she would want to protect me and might get hurt. I don't want that. I would only have to protect myself from him until I turned nineteen. Nineteen was the goal. I went home, cooked, cleaned, and did the household laundry. Tired, after doing my assignment in mathematics, I lay in my bed, my mind fleeting at the events of that afternoon, after making sure my door was locked. Gavin had supported his girlfriend and kissed her in my presence. The boy I liked kissed another girl in my presence. It hurt like hell. I wanted to forget. The tears b

Chapter Nine: It's a Date Gavin's POV The first time I set my eyes on Lyric Spencer, she didn’t know I was watching her. I remember it was after we lost a game, and one teacher decided it was the perfect time to give an impromptu test. I left the hockey rink for school after changing into jeans and a baggy shirt. My steps were fast, ignoring the observing and admiring eyes of the students around me. I was “The Wall” in the rink and “Hot Gavin” at school. I knew I was handsome, dashing, hot. The only fortunate trait I took from my father. I’ve seen the way women acted around him despite him being in his late fifties. It was the same way they acted around me. Puck bunnies. Women who were ready to fuck the brains out of every hockey player they saw. I didn’t give two fucks about them. For me, a relationship was a transaction: I give them orgasms, and they keep me satisfied. The other stuff didn’t matter to me. Until her. Lyric Spencer. A unique name.