Lahat ng Kabanata ng Against the rules : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

~Logan’s POV ~ The bass in the club thumped so loud I could feel it in my chest. Flashing lights, grinding bodies, and the sharp smell of spilt drinks. Tristan was halfway through his second beer, and Miles was already flirting with a girl in red. Me? I was nursing the same drink I’d been holding for the last hour, mind elsewhere. Ava’s face wouldn’t leave my head. The way she laughed when she teased me. The way her eyes sparkled when she got fired up about law stuff. The way her voice dropped when she was tired, soft and raw and real. And the way Nate looked at her like he already knew he was falling. God, it made my blood boil. “You’re doing that brooding thing again,” Tristan said, sliding into the booth beside me. “Shut up.” “Seriously,” he said, nudging my arm. “You look like someone just kicked your puppy.” I didn’t answer. Miles dropped into the seat across from us, flanked by two girls who disappeared when he saw my face. “What’s with you, man?” Miles asked. “You win

Logan’s POV She heard me. Those three words hit harder than any punch I’d taken on the field. Harder than any lecture, harder than any breakup. Because it wasn’t just anyone who heard me say it. It was Ava. The girl who considered me her whole world. She stood there, her eyes wide, her chest heaving, her lips parting like she was trying to speak, but nothing came out. The look in her eyes wasn’t just hurt. It was betrayal. Shattered hope. Like I’d taken everything she believed in and set it on fire. And I did. God, I did. The second she turned and ran, my brain short-circuited. “AVA!” But she didn’t stop. Her shoes clicked against the floor, echoing down the hallway, fading with every desperate beat of my heart. I lunged forward without thinking, shoving Aaron aside. “What the hell did you say that for?” I growled. Aaron raised his hands, mocking surrender. “What did I say?? The question is, what did you do to her, Logan!” It was true. It wasn’t just Aaron. It was me. T

~ Logan’s POV ~ I couldn’t breathe. Every second that passed without seeing her face, without hearing her voice or feeling her hand in mine, felt like I was sinking deeper into some black hole I couldn't claw my way out of forever. She was gone. She disappeared, even though it was just for a day, but I miss her so much. I wish I could be with her right now. No calls. No texts. Nothing. I walked through the campus like some kind of madman. Every hallway, every bench, every place I knew she might retreat to. The library. The law building. Even on the rooftop, but she wasn't there. It's like she disappeared into thin air Charlotte had been the one to tell me she heard Ava running after overhearing something… and my whole world stopped. The conversation with Aaron. My stupid, impulsive laugh. My mocking words. Words that weren’t real, I didn't even intend to mock her, but I did that to stop Aaron from snooping into our business, but I didn't know she was there. She heard all of it.

Ava’s POV ~ The chains rattled as I shifted. My wrists were raw, now angry red lines wrapping around them. My cheek throbbed, and the side of my lip stung with dried blood. Still, I sat straighter than before, even if I was trembling inside. Sebastian was gone. After laughing at my words like a maniac, he had disappeared through the heavy double doors like this was just another business meeting. Like threatening to kill me was something he was used to in his business. But he left the guards. Two of them. Built like statues and just as silent. They stood by the door, expressionless, weapons tucked at their waists, pretending I didn’t exist. I wasn’t going to give them a show. Instead, I breathed in and out. Just like Logan taught me during one of our rare, quiet nights. “You breathe when the world won’t let you speak.” Back then, I thought he meant anxiety. Now I realised he meant war. The sound of a key turning in the lock jolted me upright. I scrambled to wipe my face, not wa

Ava I stared at the same page of my textbook for what felt like hours. No matter how many times I reread the problem, nothing stuck. My brain was a jumbled mess of formulas, what-ifs, and Logan. God, Logan. It had been weeks since I’d heard from him. Weeks of silence. Not a message, not a clue, not even a damn signal that he was okay. And now, with finals approaching like a freight train, I was expected to function? To memorise entire chapters and formulas when the one person who always grounded me had vanished? Tristan flopped onto the beanbag across from me in Charlotte’s living room, twirling a pen between his fingers. “You’ve been staring at that same question for fifteen minutes.” “I’m just... thinking,” I muttered. Charlotte sat beside me, her highlighter pausing mid-stroke. “Is this about the exam or... Logan?” I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. My silence was the answer. Tristan exhaled through his nose, rubbing the back of his neck. “Still no word?” “No,” I said flat