All Chapters of The College Bad Boy's Target : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31: Restless NightOllie's POV The night had been endless, every tick of the clock dragging like chains across my mind. Sleep had never come, not even in fragments. I had paced the length of my small apartment until the floorboards creaked in protest, sat with my head in my hands at the edge of the bed, and even tried lying still in the darkness, counting my breaths like that would somehow quiet the storm in my chest. It didn’t work. My thoughts wouldn’t stop circling Ryde, his words, his touch, his stare that seemed to cut straight through every defense I built.By dawn, my body felt heavy and brittle, like I might crumble apart if I moved too suddenly. The pale light filtered through the curtains, throwing soft gray shadows across the room. I wanted to disappear into that quiet, to let the world blur away, but instead there was a knock. Sharp, firm, and perfectly timed.My heart jumped into my throat. For a moment, I froze, half hoping I had imagined it. But then came anoth

Chapter 33: BoundOllie’s povThe room was too quiet.I could hear my own breathing, uneven and shallow, and the faint sound of Ryder’s beside me. He hadn’t moved since I lay down. His hand was still resting on mine, heavy, warm, like a weight I couldn’t shake. I thought he would leave once I closed my eyes, thought maybe he’d get bored of waiting me out, but he stayed. He stayed like the world outside didn’t exist.My mind refused to settle. Every time my eyelids grew heavy, I felt his gaze on me again, sharp as glass. I opened my eyes just to check, and yes—he was still watching, his head tilted slightly, his eyes dark and steady.“Stop staring,” I muttered, my voice hoarse.“I can’t,” Ryder said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.I turned my face into the pillow, trying to block him out. “It’s creepy.”“No.” His tone was calm, unshaken. “It’s honest.”My chest ached, tight and restless. He made everything unbearable, every second longer than it should be, ev

Chapter 35; ObessionRyder’s POVThe first thing I noticed when I stepped onto campus that morning wasn’t the chatter of students or the slam of lockers. It was him. Always him.Ollie moved through the crowd like he was trying to disappear, shoulders hunched, hood pulled up, eyes glued to the ground. He didn’t see me yet, but I saw him, and my chest tightened the way it always did. It wasn’t nerves. It was hunger. A pull I couldn’t shake.I leaned against the brick wall near the entrance, watching. Dozens of students streamed past, but I didn’t care about any of them. My eyes stayed locked on the small figure trying too hard not to be seen. He thought if he kept his head down, I’d leave him alone.He should know better by now.I pushed off the wall, sliding easily into the flow of bodies. He didn’t hear me coming until I was right behind him. I reached out, brushing my knuckles against the hood of his sweatshirt, just enough for him to stiffen.He froze, his steps faltering, and then

Chapter 37: Lines we can't crossRyder's POV From the moment I walked into class, I knew what I wanted. The teacher stood at the front, rattling off instructions about a new group project. It was the perfect opportunity, and I wasn’t about to let it slip through my fingers.Ollie sat two rows over, shoulders hunched, his hair falling forward as if he could hide behind it. His pen twirled nervously between his fingers, his knee bouncing under the desk. He looked small, tired, like the weight of something invisible was crushing him. I wanted to ease that weight. No, that wasn’t right, I wanted to claim it, to claim him.When the teacher began listing off partners, I made my move.“Actually,” I said smoothly, interrupting before she could assign me to someone else, “Ollie and I would work best together.”Her brow lifted, surprised, but she didn’t question me. “If that works for you, Ollie?”Ollie’s head shot up, his wide eyes locking on mine. There was a flicker of panic there, quick an

Chapter 39: FracturesOllie’s POVThe bell still echoed in my ears as if it hadn’t stopped ringing, sharp and endless. Students filed out of the library, some in pairs, some alone, voices carrying fragments of gossip and laughter that barely reached me. I sat frozen, my bag at my feet, my hands pressed flat against the closed notebook, and Ryder across from me.He didn’t move.He sat there like the noise of the world didn’t matter, like the bell hadn’t rung, like nothing could drag him away. His eyes stayed locked on me, steady and dark, a weight I couldn’t shake.“You should go,” I finally whispered, my throat raw.His head tilted, calm as always. “Should I?”I nodded, but my voice betrayed me. “Yes. Just leave me alone.”For a moment, I thought he might. He leaned back slightly, his gaze sweeping me over like he was memorizing the way I looked at that exact second. Then he leaned forward again, closer, his voice dropping so only I could hear.“You don’t want me to leave, Ollie.”My