All Chapters of Unwanted Nerd: Chased By The B-Ball Stars: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Deborah's POV Since we used Carlos's private plane, Liam and I got back to school just a few hours after we had eaten the celebratory breakfast to mark my eighteenth birthday. The flight had been smooth and comfortable, nothing like the emotional rollercoaster of the past twenty-four hours. My mother had cried again when we left, making me promise to call her every day and to visit during the next break. Carlos had shaken Liam's hand in a gesture that seemed to carry more meaning than a simple goodbye, while Emma had made me pinky-swear that I would video chat with her so she could show me her latest programming projects.Now back on campus, I noticed that even though it was technically a school holiday, there were more students around than I had expected. The pathways between buildings that should have been mostly empty were dotted with small groups of people, and I could hear conversations drifting from open windows in the dormitories. Apparently, a lot of final-year students had d

Later that evening, Deborah returned to Liam's room, her feet dragging slightly with exhaustion from the day's events. The confrontation with Noah, the emotional processing with Charlotte, the hours spent hunched over their computer screens debugging code - all of it had left her feeling drained but satisfied in a way that came from productive work.Since Liam had yet to return to his room, she assumed he was still on the basketball court or probably in the gym working through his own stress from the day. His absence gave her a moment of peaceful solitude, a chance to decompress without having to maintain conversation or explain how she was feeling.She dropped her bag near the door and moved to sit on the edge of his bed, the mattress dipping under her weight in that familiar way that had become comforting over the past weeks. The room smelled like him, that mixture of cologne and clean laundry and something indefinably masculine that made her feel safe and at home.Deborah took a de

Deborah's POV I slowly opened my blurry eyes to see that I was alone in a dark room, the kind of oppressive darkness that felt heavy and suffocating, as if it had physical weight pressing down on my chest. My vision swam as I tried to focus, shapes, and shadows blending together in ways that made my head spin even more than it already was.Excruciating pain registered at the back of my head, sharp and throbbing in a rhythm that matched my heartbeat. I winced involuntarily, the movement sending fresh waves of agony radiating through my skull. My mouth tasted like copper and something else I couldn't identify, and my tongue felt thick and clumsy when I tried to swallow.The last thing I remembered was standing in front of my dormitory, my phone in my hand, as I prepared to call Charlotte and ask where she was. The message had said she needed to see me urgently, but she hadn't been there when I arrived. I remembered the darkness of the campus at night, the pools of lamplight that create

Charlotte's POVThough I was grateful that it wasn't my best friend that the college security had found lying dead in the early morning hours, I was still worried sick, and honestly, I was pissed. Someone had violated our friendship by faking a message claiming it was from me and used it to lure Deborah into their trap. The thought of it made my blood boil even as fear for Deborah's safety made my hands shake.I was sure there was an important detail we had missed in all of that, some piece of the puzzle that was staring us right in the face if we could just see it clearly. Something told me that the important detail we had overlooked should lead us directly to Deborah's whereabouts, if only I could figure out what it was.Someone had faked a message using my name and details. The words echoed in my mind as I paced back and forth inside the police station, my sneakers squeaking slightly against the polished floor with each turn. The fluorescent lights overhead were too bright, making

Deborah's POV "What are you doing?" Alice asked, her tone carrying that particular brand of aristocratic dismissiveness that suggested she wasn't the slightest bit threatened by the knife in Noah's hand. She looked at him the way someone might look at a dog that had forgotten its training, annoyed but not actually concerned.Noah ignored her completely, as if she had ceased to exist or had never been in the room at all. Instead, he turned his full attention to me, and the intensity in his eyes made every muscle in my body tense with fear. The knife caught the light as he gestured with it, the blade glinting in a way that made my mouth go dry."You know," Noah began, his voice taking on a conversational quality that was somehow more disturbing than anger would have been, "ever since high school, I've always been the weirdest among the weirdos."His words hung in the air between us, heavy with years of accumulated pain and resentment. I could see it in his face now, all that buried hur