All Chapters of Exclusive to the bad boy : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 61: Hopeless Plates scraped, glasses clinked, and conversation flowed easily—though Gavin, the menace that he was, kept his hand on mine beneath the table, his thumb brushing slow, lazy circles against my skin. It was distracting. I tried to focus on my food, but every tiny movement of his fingers sent little sparks up my arm, making it impossible to think about anything else. After dinner, Aunt Stephanie called Gavin and me over for the talk. This was going to get uncomfortable. "So, Gavin," Aunt Stephanie said, sipping her lemonade and fixing him with a scrutinizing gaze. "What exactly are your intentions with my niece?" I nearly choked on my saliva and glanced at him, my stomach clenching. Gavin, however, remained infuriatingly calm. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, then shot her a lopsided grin. "I intend to keep her happy with me. Because she makes me happy." I froze, my gaze locked onto his face, my heart stumbling over itself. Au

Chapter 63: An easy prey Sleep never came. The moment my alarm rang, I forced myself out of bed, the weight of exhaustion dragging at my limbs. The memory of last night—the worry, the fear, the warmth of Gavin’s forehead against mine—clung to me like a second skin. But as I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake the heavy fog in my head, something felt… different. The sheets under my fingertips weren’t Gavin’s. The air smelled sterile, like the inside of a classroom. And then I heard it. Laughter. Whispering. I looked up. I wasn’t in Gavin’s house anymore. No—this was school. The hallways stretched endlessly, the lockers dull gray, buzzing fluorescent lights flickering overhead. My hands clutched my backpack straps as I walked, but every step felt heavy, like I was dragging myself through wet cement. More laughter. This time, I saw them. Students lined the halls, their faces twisted in amusement, eyes locking onto me like vultures. Some pointed.

Chapter 65 GAVIN HAWKINS' POV Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Practice was horrible today. With a game scheduled for Saturday, we were close to doom. Frustration boiled inside me as I threw my hockey stick across the rink, watching it slide past the blue lines. My hands clenched into fists—I needed to hit something. "Gavin," Shawn called out, tapping me on the shoulder. I turned to him, shooting an irritated glare. "What?" He didn’t flinch. "Coach wants to talk." I let out a sharp grunt, running a hand through my damp hair. "Save your energy for the game, Hawkins," Shawn said with a smirk. "For now, just listen to Coach's whining." "It's not whining," I snapped, my jaw tightening. "We were awful today. Worst practice ever. We weren’t in sync, and I couldn’t stop a single puck." My breathing turned heavy as anger twisted inside me. Shawn patted my back. "Calm down. Coach will figure things out." --- Locker Room Coach’s voice was sharp as a

Chapter 67: You should just get your lips ready.LYRIC SPENCER POV At the sound of Viktor's voice, I pulled away from Gavin, looking away as I wiped my tears. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle. I nodded solemnly, keeping my head down. "We should go back. The teacher is calling for everybody." I glanced at Gavin. He was staring at Viktor and me with an indecipherable expression. I quickly looked away, focusing on the path leading back to the auditorium. My relationship with Gavin was not something I wanted the world to know. I was a coward because of that. "Have you guys decided what role you're auditioning for?" Wren asked, glancing between Aaron and me. I kept my head lowered, even though I had washed my face to hide the evidence of my tears. "Mr. Bingley," Aaron replied, adjusting his posture. "And you?" "Elizabeth Bennet, good sir," she declared dramatically, curtsying. "And you, Lyric?"

Chapter 69: Challenge accepted LYRIC SPENCER POV Aunt Stephanie’s voice rang in my ears long after she left the kitchen. I stood there, my body stiff with anger, my hands curling into fists. Gavin had gone quiet beside me, his gaze heavy on my face, but I couldn’t look at him. Not when my mind was spinning. Boston. She was taking me away. Away from everything I knew, away from the life I had fought to build. Away from— I swallowed hard. Away from Gavin. No. I refused. I wouldn’t run. I wouldn’t abandon everything just because she thought it was the only way to protect me. Gavin shifted, stepping closer. His hand brushed against mine, grounding me for just a second. “Lyric,” he murmured. I pulled my phone from my pocket and typed quickly. *I’m not leaving.* He exhaled sharply, rubbing his jaw. “You think she’ll let you stay?” I hesitated before shaking my head. * She’s already decided.* Gavin’s jaw ticked. His hands clenched at h