All Chapters of Unwanted Nerd: Chased By The B-Ball Stars: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Liam's POV The simple question had my heart thudding against my chest as I wondered, just as I have wondered for a long time now, how her lips would feel against mine. The sound of my pulse filled my ears like thunder, drowning out everything else in the room. My throat felt dry as desert sand, and I had to swallow hard just to find my voice. The afternoon light streaming through her window seemed to grow brighter, casting everything in a golden haze that made this moment feel like a dream.Whether they would taste as sweet as the fruity lip balm she always wore on her lips. I could smell that familiar strawberry scent from here, mixed with the rose color lipstick she'd applied for her date. The thought of finally discovering what she tasted like made my stomach flip with nervous excitement. Whether her lips would be warm or cool against mine. My hands felt clammy with anticipation, and I wiped them quickly on my shorts, hoping she wouldn't notice how nervous I was.The room felt sm

Liam's POV "You were cool. There's nothing else I can really tell you," I replied, the words scraping against my throat like broken glass. My mouth felt dry despite the lingering taste of her kiss, and I could feel my pulse hammering in my temples. "That's like the launchpad right there," I added, the words sounding foreign to my ears, hollow and rehearsed like lines from a script I never wanted to read. The mere fact that all I had was wishful thinking felt like a stab to my chest, sharp and unforgiving.‘Cool.’ The word echoed in my head, bitter and inadequate. ‘How could I explain that kissing her had been like touching fire? That holding her against me had felt like coming alive for the first time? That teaching her to kiss someone else was slowly killing me from the inside out?’Deborah's face fell slightly, the brightness in her eyes dimming. Her hair was still mussed from my fingers running through it, and there was a small crease in her blouse where I'd pressed her against th

Deborah's POV An hour later, I got back to my room to get ready for my date with Caleb, I chose this time to come back because I knew Liam would be out by then. The dorm hallway was quieter now, with most students either at dinner or buried in their evening study routines. My key trembled slightly in my hand as I unlocked the door, and I could still feel the lingering tension in my shoulders from our argument. The familiar scent of my vanilla candle greeted me as I stepped inside, but even that couldn't wash away the memory of Liam's harsh words echoing in this same space.I closed the door behind me with a soft click and leaned against it for a moment, letting out a shaky breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. The room felt different somehow, charged with the aftermath of everything that had happened between us. I could almost see the ghost of where we'd stood, where he'd kissed me against my bookshelf, where he'd looked at me with such raw hurt in his eyes.My fingers brushed a

Deborah's POV A bright smile appeared on my face as Caleb and I walked into the restaurant he had booked for our date. The cool evening air from outside still clung to my skin as we stepped through the heavy glass doors. The restaurant looked as fancy as he had said, with polished marble floors that clicked softly under my heels and warm golden light spilling from crystal chandeliers overhead. The rich scent of garlic and herbs drifted from the kitchen, mixing with the faint aroma of expensive cologne from other diners. I was happy I wore this green dress instead of the more casual skirt I had wore earlier when Liam entered my room. The silk fabric felt smooth against my legs as I walked.My smile remained as I followed Caleb to the roof top, my hand trailing along the smooth metal railing as we climbed the stairs. The breathtaking night view was so beautiful i paused a bit to take it in. City lights twinkled like scattered diamonds below us, and a gentle breeze carried the distant

Deborah's POV "You were right," I continued, with my hands clasped together.My voice came out steadier than I felt, and I was grateful for the way my fingers interlocked, giving me something to hold onto as the words I'd never planned to say began forming on my tongue. "So, your room or mine?" Caleb asked with the same confidence he had had for as long as I had known him and without even waiting for me to finish what I was trying to say.His interruption hit me like a slap, the casual way he dismissed whatever I might have been about to say, making my stomach clench with disappointment. I watched as he leaned back in his chair, the leather creaking softly under his weight, his eyes already calculating as if my agreement was a foregone conclusion. The crystal wine glass in his hand caught the light, refracting tiny rainbows onto the white tablecloth that somehow made the moment feel even more surreal."We are better off as friends," I said with a smile on my face.The smile felt st