All Chapters of Unwanted Nerd: Chased By The B-Ball Stars: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Deborah’s POV I darted my eyes from Liam and looked back at Charlotte, my heart still racing from that intense eye contact. The fluorescent lights above made everything seem too bright, too exposed, and I was grateful she hadn't noticed that brief eye contact between Liam and I. My palms felt sweaty against the strap of my backpack, and I could still feel the phantom weight of his gaze on my skin.I took a deep breath, the air tasting faintly of floor cleaner and the lingering scent of someone's perfume, as I noted that tomorrow evening was the dance and my poor fashion sense would be permanently taken care of and it would bring me closer to my goal of having Caleb see me as a woman and farther from the player that is Liam. The thought should have been comforting, but it felt hollow in my chest, like I was trying to convince myself of something I wasn't sure I believed anymore."You know what our other classmates call him?" Charlotte asked, making me blink as her voice cut through my

Third Person POV The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the secluded corner of campus, where old brick buildings met overgrown hedges that hadn't been trimmed in months. The spot was tucked away behind the maintenance shed, far from the usual foot traffic of students heading to and from classes. The air smelled of motor oil and damp earth, mixed with the lingering scent of cigarette smoke that seemed to cling to everything in this forgotten corner of the university.Caleb's heart pounded against his ribs as he heard footsteps approaching on the gravel path. He'd been hoping to cut through this shortcut to avoid the main walkways, but now he realized his mistake. The footsteps were deliberate, heavy, and moving with purpose rather than the casual gait of students."Well, well, look who we found," came a gravelly voice from behind him.Caleb turned slowly, his stomach dropping as he recognized Steve's bulky frame emerging from the shadows between two buildings. Steve was built

Deborah’s POV I was still in my pajamas, nursing my second cup of coffee and trying to convince myself that today was really happening, when Liam knocked on my door. Three sharp raps, confident and demanding attention just like everything else about him."Come in," I called, pulling my robe tighter around myself.He entered with that easy stride of his, looking disgustingly put together for eight in the morning. His hair was perfectly styled, his clothes wrinkle-free, and he smelled like expensive cologne and morning showers. Meanwhile, I probably looked like I'd been hit by a truck."Morning, sunshine." His eyes swept over my appearance, and I caught the hint of amusement in them. "How did your exam go yesterday?"I blinked at him, momentarily confused. "My exam?""The one you were stressing about all week? Computing Structure, I think?" He had the grace to look sheepish. "Sorry, I meant to ask last night when we were talking, but I got distracted by the whole investigation thing."

Third Person POV"Damn, who's that hot hottie?" One of the guys standing within a group in a corner asked, looking in Deborah's direction. As he was standing with Mindy, she turned to see who he was talking about.Liam, who had been sitting at a table close to the entrance with his back to the door anxiously waiting for Deborah, heard the whispers directed to someone behind him. The ice cubes in his untouched drink had long melted, leaving watery rings on the white tablecloth where he'd been nervously moving his glass in circles. His leg bounced under the table as he checked his phone for the third time in five minutes.He turned and stood to his feet as soon as he noticed Deborah standing there, and his entire world seemed to stop."Holy shit," he breathed, completely forgetting where he was.The crystal chandelier above cast golden light across her transformed figure, and Liam felt his breath catch in his throat like he'd been punched. This couldn't be the same girl who he'd left wi

Deborah's POVThe dance floor stretched before us like an ocean of polished marble, couples already swaying to the gentle melody floating from hidden speakers throughout the ballroom. My palms were damp with nervous sweat as Liam guided me toward the centre, his hand warm and steady against the small of my back through the silk of my dress.As he turned to face me, the golden light from the chandeliers caught the sharp lines of his jaw, making him look like something carved from stone and brought to life. His hazelnut-coloured eyes held mine with an intensity that made my stomach flutter."May I have this dance?" Liam asked.His voice was soft, formal, like we were characters in one of the romance novels I loved to read. The question hung in the air between us, and I could smell his cologne mixing with the sweet scent of roses from my corsage and the faint vanilla from the candles scattered around the room.Unable to take her eyes off him, I replied with a smile, "Sorry in advance for