บททั้งหมดของ The College Bad Boy's Target : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

CHAPTER TWO:Ollie’s POVI spent the next ten minutes hiding in the kitchen like some kind of coward.The music pounded through the walls, bass shaking the cabinets, but at least it was quieter in here. Fewer people, too. Just a couple of girls rummaging through the fridge and some guy passed out on the counter with Sharpie doodles all over his face. His friends must’ve gotten bored and left him like that, cartoon mustache, glasses, the word loser scrawled across his forehead. That was how this house worked. Nobody cared if you embarrassed yourself. They just made sure to laugh and pile on.I clutched my half-empty cup and tried to breathe. My chest still felt tight, like laughter was echoing in there even though the kitchen was calm. I wanted to pour the drink out, but I also didn’t want to move. If I stood by the sink too long, someone might tell me I was in the way. If I went back out there, Ryder might see me again. The thought alone made my stomach churn.Why did I let Allison dr

CHAPTER FOUR.Ryder’s POVI threw myself down on my bed with a heavy thump, the springs groaning under my weight. The room was dark except for the dim light of my phone screen. I didn’t bother turning on the lamp. I liked it this way, the shadows pressing against the corners, the quiet buzz of the campus outside the window.Everyone had left after the party. Serena had called twice but I let it ring out. I didn’t feel like dealing with her shrill voice right now. The guys were probably still out celebrating, laughing, drinking too much. Normally I’d be with them, the center of it all, but tonight I just wanted space. I wanted something else.Something to entertain me.I rolled onto my side, scrolling through random messages, my smirk stretching wider each time I replayed the image of Ollie’s face at the party. That little flash of pink in his cheeks when I called him out, the way his lips parted like he wanted to talk back but knew better, the way everyone laughed at him. God, it had

Chapter Six – The Text Game.Ollie’s POVI woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing against the nightstand. The room was still dark, the blinds pulling in the gray of early morning. For a second, I thought it was my alarm, but then I blinked at the screen and saw it.Another text.Ryder Caldwell.My chest tightened.I hadn’t even opened the last one. I’d shoved the phone face-down last night and told myself I’d ignore it. Pretend it didn’t matter. Pretend he didn’t matter. But here it was again, glowing in the dark like a curse.> Ryder: Morning, Oli-nerd. Miss me?I groaned into my pillow. God. He wasn’t going to stop.I wanted to throw the phone across the room. Or better—block his number. But my fingers didn’t move. They just hovered over the screen, useless. My brain whispered that blocking him would mean he’d win. He’d laugh. He’d find another way to get to me. Because Ryder always did.Instead, I shoved the phone under the pillow and rolled onto my back. The ceiling stared back

Chapter Eight – Serena’s Trap.Ollie’s POVThe first thing that hit me was the bass.It pulsed through the walls of the Falcons’ house before we even stepped inside, heavy enough that it rattled my chest. The air outside smelled like beer and sweat and something burned, maybe a grill gone wrong, maybe just the stench of too many bodies packed into one place. I stopped at the bottom of the porch steps, my sneakers stuck to the beer-slick wood, and stared up at the glowing doorway.I didn’t want to be here.Every part of me screamed no. Turn around. Go home. Crawl back into bed and pretend this world didn’t exist.‘God why did I agree to attend another party??’But Allison was already tugging my sleeve, her smile bright in the porch light, her eyes lit up with excitement that I didn’t want to ruin. Yeah right.She always looked so alive at parties, like she belonged in the noise and the chaos, while I stood stiff and awkward beside her.“Relax,” she said, her voice raised over the thum

Chapter Ten – Upstairs DistractionsRyder’s POVThe door slammed behind him, and I swear the whole house shifted with it.Ollie.The little bastard had shoved me like he actually meant it, like he thought he could put space between us with that one touch. And the look in his eyes when he did it, red, furious, a spark that made my chest tighten in ways I didn’t ask for.I stood in the kitchen for a beat too long, just staring after him while Serena cackled like a witch behind me, feeding on the chaos. The crowd still laughed, chanting, replaying the dare like it was the best entertainment they’d seen all night. But me? My smirk was still there, sure, plastered across my face like nothing had touched me but inside, I was burning.Because he walked away.He walked away from me.Nobody ever fucking did that.“Baby, don’t let him ruin the vibe,” Serena purred, sliding against me like a snake, her manicured nails dragging up my arm. “He’s such a loser. Don’t waste your time.”I barely glanc