The College Bad Boy's Target のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Chapter 111 – Too LateRyder’s POVThe sound of the door slamming shook the whole apartment.I was out of the chair before I even realized I’d moved, my gun already in my hand. The echo of that single sound rolled through the quiet like thunder. For a moment, I just stood there, listening—waiting for the next sound.Nothing.The air was too still.“Ollie?” I called, my voice low, sharp, careful.No answer.A rush of cold wind came through the hallway, carrying the smell of rain and city dust. The front door stood open an inch, the chain lock dangling loose. My chest tightened. I’d locked that door myself.“Ollie,” I said again, louder this time, but the silence pressed harder.My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I moved toward the door. The apartment looked the same as it always did—same couch, same half-empty mug on the table, same jacket slung over the chair. But everything felt wrong. The air was heavy, sharp, like it was waiting for something bad to happen.I reached the door and p

Chapter 113 – After the SmokeRyder’s POVThe night still smelled like gunpowder.It clung to my hands, to my shirt, to the air that filled the space around us. The sound of rain outside had turned to a dull whisper, tapping against the cracked windows of the warehouse. Everything else was silent now. The fight was over, but it didn’t feel like it.I still had one hand pressed to Ollie’s back. His breathing came in small, uneven pulls, each one heavier than the last. I could feel the tremor in his body, the cold that had set in after everything we’d just gone through.“You’re okay,” I said quietly, though I didn’t know if I was saying it for him or for myself.He nodded weakly, his face buried against my shoulder. His hair was damp, sticking to his forehead, and his clothes were soaked through. I pulled off my jacket and wrapped it around him. He tried to speak, but the words got caught in his throat.“Don’t talk,” I said. “You’re safe now.”But even as I said it, I knew it wasn’t tru

Chapter 115 — The Space Between Us Ollie’s POV The rain hadn’t stopped all day. It came down in thin sheets, soft enough to blur the streetlights but heavy enough to soak through my shoes. I walked home with my head down, one hand gripping the umbrella Ryder had given me earlier. It was black, sturdy, and a little too big for me, but it felt like safety. Like him. Every time the wind pushed against it, I remembered the way he’d handed it to me that morning, quiet, no questions, just a faint nod before walking away. That simple gesture stuck with me. Ryder wasn’t the type to say much, but when he did something, it meant more than any words could. By the time I reached my building, my fingers were cold and stiff. The old elevator groaned as it carried me up to the fourth floor, and I could still hear the rain hammering against the windows in the hallway. I unlocked the door, stepped inside, and set the umbrella by the wall. The place smelled faintly of coffee and paper, the sce

Chapter 117 — The Colors Between UsOllie’s POVI tried to stay away from him. After everything that happened, the messages, the look on his face when he read them, it was easier to build a wall again. Or at least, that’s what I told myself. The truth was, I didn’t trust what I felt when I was around him anymore. Every time I saw him, something inside me shifted, warm, dangerous, confusing.So I stopped waiting for him after class. I left earlier in the mornings, sat at the far end of the cafeteria, took longer routes through the hallways. It worked for a while. I’d see him from a distance, maybe catch his eyes once or twice, but I’d always look away first.The space between us was supposed to make it easier, but it didn’t. It made me restless.On Tuesday, our art teacher walked in with a list of project pairs. The moment she said, “Ryder and Ollie,” my stomach dropped.I looked up from my sketchbook. He was already looking at me.The teacher smiled as if she’d done us both a favor. “

Chapter 119 — The Quiet RealizationOllie’s POVThe morning after the stormy night lingered in my bones. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed, though I couldn’t name what it was. Maybe it was the way Ryder looked at me yesterday when I thanked him, or maybe it was how his silence felt heavier than usual, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. I didn’t know, but the thought stayed with me through the night, circling until sleep finally claimed me.When I woke, sunlight filtered through the curtains, brushing against my face. It should’ve been an ordinary morning, but the quiet around me felt strange. I looked at the umbrella propped near the window, the one Ryder let me keep, and a smile crept up before I could stop it. I didn’t even know why. It was just an umbrella, yet somehow, it felt like more. Like proof that someone was still here.I got ready for school slower than usual. My thoughts wandered, restless. Each time I tried to focus, I found myself thinki