Semua Bab Chasing Midnight Promises : Bab 81 - Bab 90

So I thought… but I wasn’t.The sounds were unmistakable now. Low, breathy, rhythmic. A mix of movement and soft gasps. Unfiltered. Unbothered. Like whoever it was thought they were completely alone.A wave of heat shot to my face.Who would be bold—or stupid—enough to hook up in a lecture hall?I felt a twist in my stomach—not disgust, but something darker. Something sharp. Because in that moment, my mind dragged me somewhere I didn’t want to go.High school.That morning.The near-death experience with Ellen. The washroom. The pain. The shame.Noah.My knees wobbled slightly, but I shook the memory off like water on skin. This wasn’t the same. This was different.I turned toward the wall near the entrance, searching for the light switch.I needed to see. I needed clarity—not assumptions, not flashes of the past.I walked quickly now, phone lowered, breath shallow.The switch was just up ahead.One flick. That’s all I needed.But deep down, something told me the truth was going to hu

I forgot all about the book. Returning it didn’t matter anymore. My legs just took off, and before I knew it, I was racing toward the parking lot. I was supposed to go look for Raven. I needed to ask her where Noah had been, if she had seen him, if she knew anything about his sudden disappearance. I’d been worried sick about him—and now, I stumble on him in the hall—naked. Naked with some random girl?My chest tightened like a fist was wringing it from the inside. Every step felt hollow. I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to explain. All I wanted to do was drive. My hands trembled as I ran, each breath catching in my throat. And Noah—bare, unmoved—kept flashing in my head like a cursed slideshow I couldn’t stop.The second I reached the lot, chest heaving and legs unsteady, I spotted Raven.She was leaning against the car, arms folded, one sneaker tapping lightly against the curb. Her brows were pinched, lips pressed tight. But the moment her eyes met mine, her face softened—just a

I took a step back.Then paused.My eyes stayed locked on Raven’s, searching for the sister I used to trust with everything. The light felt dimmer now, shadows clinging to the corners like secrets waiting to surface. She stood there, arms crossed, breathing heavily, waiting for me to run again. But I didn’t. Not this time.I looked away first.Then I found my voice.“Raven,” I said quietly, “do you remember what happened a few years ago?”Her brows knit together. Her arms slowly dropped to her sides. Something flickered in her eyes—recognition, then guilt.She stayed quiet.My heart pounded loud enough to drown everything else. I stood still.“I’m asking you something. Can you still remember what happened years ago?”She shifted. Her lips parted, but no words came. Her gaze dropped to the floor, and for a moment, the silence between us stretched unbearably.“Mia, that’s not... that’s not what we’re talking about right now,” she said quickly. “Why are you bringing that up?”I said noth

And the girls Noah uses…They weren’t stupid. They weren’t helpless. They knew who he was, what he was. So why were they still all over him like he was the prize of the damn campus?Noah was magnetic, sure. With that sharp jaw, roguish smirk, and deep, whiskey-smooth voice that made even professors second glance him. But the more I saw, the more I understood. He wasn’t just playing games.He was the game.And somehow, I kept losing.Each new scene chipped at me. I kept telling myself it didn’t matter, that I was above it. But every time I caught him, something cracked a little deeper. Something more personal. Like he was shattering a part of me I didn’t even know was still fragile. Like his recklessness was reaching into my ribcage and shaking something loose.Until the name dropped.Ava Greenwood.The moment I heard it, something in the air shifted. Even Noah’s reckless flame had never burned quite that close to danger.And I had no idea yet just how bad it was going to get.Ava The

Something about Ava’s silence was louder than all her chaos combined.No outbursts. No drama. No icy insults thrown across the hallways. She just… watched. Observed everything and said nothing. And that alone was enough to make people uncomfortable. Her silence wasn’t peace. It was a warning.Raven noticed it first.“It’s too quiet,” she whispered to me one afternoon as we sat outside the arts building. “She hasn’t posted on her socials in two days.”“Maybe she’s embarrassed,” I suggested, even though I didn’t believe it myself.Raven gave me a look. “Ava Greenwood doesn’t get embarrassed. She reloads.”And she was right.Ava didn’t cry in public or slam lockers shut. She didn’t scream at Noah or confront Raya in front of everyone. She simply vanished from the usual spotlight. But her absence only made her presence more threatening. People were watching her, waiting.Meanwhile, Raya continued to glow in her innocent orbit, still oblivious to the battlefield she was tiptoeing through.