All Chapters of choosing between Him or My Ex : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Nate POV What is Billie doing here? I thought she said she didn't like going to school parties. What the hell is happening.?. I thought as I saw a black-haired boy with her he was a few inches taller than her and he had small eyes. He had his hand around Billie as he walked her into the room. He looked like someone I had seen then Billie's friend walked in beside them. There I could see the resemblance they both shared. Though it was just a little you could tell that Ann and the boy who had his hand around Billie were connected. So I guess he pretended to be her partner and followed her. But what was all this Billie isn't like this, she declined the day I asked her but now she is walking in here another male having his hand around her. I shuddered. I wanted to go and talk to her to reason with her, I wanted to tell her why I said all those things a few days back, though it was long and I had never gone to her to meet her. But I felt guilty and now all I wanted was to go up to her a

John POV Billie. That was the name that came to mind as I looked at her. She dressed as if she didn’t care about anyone, and it was unlike her. Ever since Nate had rejected her in the locker room, she had changed completely, and it was starting to get on Blake’s nerves. I couldn’t intervene as Blake confronted her. I just stood there with my drink, surprised by how fiercely Billie responded to Blake. She walked off after Nate stopped Blake from hitting her. I sighed; it was her problem—she was just trying to get attention. “Dressing like that doesn’t change who she is,” a fresh-faced underclassman commented. Even though he had only been in school for a few weeks, he knew who Billie was and had joined in taunting her. That line was mine; I was the one supposed to be doing the bullying, not him. I turned to him. “Watch what you say, freshman,” I warned. He nodded, a look of fear spreading across his face. Blake walked up to my side, her face a picture of rage. “That Billie. I

Billie POV I slowly turned over in my bed as the night dragged on. The memories of the previous evening flooded my mind, especially Grandma's sudden appearance. She was never one to show up somewhere without a reason, and her visit this time was because of MN. Although I thought I had lost contact with him, it seemed he had been messaging my grandma. The chat I had seen indicated they had been in touch for a while, but I didn’t know much beyond that. It appeared he had been keeping tabs on everything I did and was aware of what was happening in my life. However, I didn’t feel anyone suspicious around me or that I was being monitored. Everyone around me just went about their daily routine of bullying me, and Ann being who she was, so how could it be so easy for someone to pry into my life and know about the incident from yesterday? He even knew about that.I sighed as I tried to recall all the new faces I had seen, but there were none. I was the only one who brought Kane with me as my

Billie POV “What?” The trail of Anna’s hair hung down her neck. “You are traveling with your grandma?” I nodded. She was just processing the information, so I could see she was shocked. I wasn’t surprised, but it was sudden for me, and I hadn’t had time to tell her last night since she was with me at the hospital, and I could bet she was tired. When I finally told her, she was both shocked and happy. “As happy as I am, I’m also sad,” she said. “It’s going to be boring without you.” I understood. I would also miss her; I’d be gone for three months. I was wondering how I would cope without her. Truthfully, Anna had always kept me company since the time I met her; she was a good friend, and I could count on her. I wanted to tell her about MN and Valentine. I didn’t want to hide anything from her—she was the only one on my side. She really knew me. So, I decided to share. “Look, Anna, I have to tell you something.” I said, and she turned to face me with a serious look, studying m

Billie POV Days passed quickly, and before I knew it, I was on my way to Miami. As I stepped off the plane and into Miami International Airport, the humid air enveloped me like a warm hug. The sounds of salsa music and lively chatter filled my ears, a stark contrast to the quiet, small-town life I was used to. Back home, the airport is a tiny terminal with a handful of gates and a view of cornfields. Miami's airport, on the other hand, is a bustling hub with sleek glass walls, tropical plants, and people from all walks of life rushing to their next destinations. The vibrant atmosphere was infectious, and I felt a thrill of excitement as I navigated through the crowded concourse. Everything about this place exuded energy and excitement—so different from my quiet rural town.We took a cab to Lane, where Grandma lives. It had been years since I had visited, and I couldn't remember much, but I could say Miami was the biggest city I had ever been to. Unlike my small town, Miami had tall s