Semua Bab Unwanted Nerd: Chased By The B-Ball Stars: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Liam's POV "That's a lie," Deborah said, her voice steady despite the tears I could see threatening to spill from her sea-blue eyes. She refused to believe whatever I was saying, and I could see her mind working overtime, trying to find the cracks in my story. God, I loved that about her. Even now, when I was doing everything in my power to destroy us, she was still fighting for the truth. She looked so beautiful standing there in her oversized sweater and jeans, so determined and fierce despite the confusion and pain written across her face. "First of all," she continued, crossing her arms over her chest in that way she did when she was getting ready to dissect a problem, "where have you been throughout today? You missed our coffee date, you didn't answer any of my calls or texts. If you were really doing something wrong, why would you just disappear?" The question hit me like a punch to the gut. Of course she would want to know where I had been. Deborah's mind worked like a

Third Person POV Charlotte stood outside the classroom door, her backpack slung over one shoulder as she scanned the hallway with anxious eyes. The worried lines etched across her forehead had been there since yesterday morning when Deborah's usual seat in Full Stack Development had remained empty for the entire ninety-minute lecture. The professor had droned on about the programs being used by while Charlotte kept glancing at the door, expecting her best friend to slip in with a quiet apology and her trademark sheepish smile. But Deborah never came.The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting their harsh glow on the polished linoleum floors where other students hurried past with their laptops and textbooks clutched to their chests. The familiar sounds of morning chatter filled the air - discussions about last night's assignments, complaints about the upcoming midterms, and the constant hum of anxiety that seemed to permeate their computer science building during their final year

Deborah's POV"That can't be right," Charlotte said immediately, her voice cutting through the heavy silence that had settled in my dorm room like fog. The certainty in her tone made something flutter in my chest, a tiny spark of hope that I had been trying so desperately to smother since I had run from Liam's room yesterday evening.I sat on the edge of my bed, my hands still twisted together in my lap as I watched Charlotte lean forward in my desk chair. The afternoon sunlight streaming through my curtains caught the determination in her brown eyes, and I could see her mind working, processing everything I had just told her about that terrible confrontation with Liam."Deborah, listen to me," she continued, her voice gentle but insistent. "I've been watching you two for a while now, way before you even became close friends. I've seen things you haven't noticed because you were too busy pining after Caleb to pay attention to what was right in front of you."Charlotte stood up from th

Deborah's POV Standing in front of Liam's room, I knocked on his door slightly a few times, the soft sound echoing in the quiet hallway. My knuckles made gentle contact with the painted wood surface, and I waited, listening for any response from inside. The silence stretched on, broken only by the distant hum of the dormitory's heating system and the muffled sounds of other students going about their evening routines.I glanced over my shoulder and noticed that Noah had finally left, his figure disappearing around the corner toward the staircase. Relief washed over me as his uncomfortable presence was removed from the equation. The hallway felt less suffocating now, more like the familiar space I had walked through so many times before.When no answer came from Liam's room, I reached for the door handle and turned it slowly. To my surprise, it wasn't locked. The door opened with a quiet click, revealing the dim interior of his single dorm room. Late afternoon light filtered through h

Seeing as Liam refused to let her into his room, Deborah walked away from his door, making sure to make deliberate sounds with her feet as she moved down the hallway. Her sneakers pressed firmly against the carpeted floor, creating soft but audible footsteps that would carry clearly to anyone listening from inside the nearby rooms. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as she made her way toward the stairwell, each step carefully calculated to sound like someone walking away in dejection. Her heart pounded with nervous energy, but she kept her pace steady and unhurried, playing the part of a girl who had been thoroughly dismissed by someone she cared about.But instead of leaving the building entirely as anyone watching would expect, Deborah veered toward the corner by the staircase and pressed herself against the wall, hiding behind the architectural corner where the hallway met the stair landing. The space was cramped and shadowy, providing just enough concealment for her to remai