All Chapters of The College Bad Boy's Target : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 52: The Shadow That FollowsOllie’s POVThe night didn’t give me rest. I lay awake staring at the ceiling, the weight of Ryder’s words pressing down on me like a heavy blanket I couldn’t push off. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face, those eyes that seemed to strip away every excuse I tried to build. His voice echoed in my head, low and steady—stop pretending you don’t feel it.I hated how much it lingered. I hated that my chest ached because of him. But most of all, I hated that a part of me wanted to believe him.By morning, my body felt sluggish, my thoughts heavy. I dragged myself out of bed, went through the motions of getting ready, but I barely remembered brushing my teeth or tying my shoelaces. My reflection in the mirror looked pale, tired, haunted. I told myself I could make it through the day if I just avoided him. If I could stay one step ahead, maybe I could finally breathe.But Ryder wasn’t the kind of storm you outran. He was the kind that followed you,

Chapter 54: The Weight of His EyesOllie’s POVMorning came like punishment.When my alarm blared, I wanted to throw it against the wall. My head ached, my eyes were heavy, and my chest still carried the echo of last night. Ryder’s shadow in my room, his voice whispering the truth I couldn’t deny, it hadn’t left me. It clung to me like smoke, filling every breath.I dragged myself out of bed, each movement slow, heavy. My hands shook as I brushed my teeth. My reflection in the mirror was pale, dark circles carved beneath my eyes. I didn’t look like myself. I looked like someone running from a ghost.Except Ryder wasn’t a ghost. He was real. And he wasn’t done with me.The walk to school felt endless. My backpack pressed down on my shoulders, my feet moving on autopilot. Every step was heavy, like I was carrying more than books.When I stepped into the crowded hallway, I told myself to breathe. To blend in. To disappear. But the second I entered, my skin prickled. My pulse jumped.I di

Chapter 56: Breaking PointRyder’s POVThe library was quieter than usual, the low hum of the ceiling fan mixing with the faint rustle of pages being turned somewhere in the distance. The smell of old books and worn paper clung to the air, grounding me even as my thoughts spun wildly. I sat at one of the back tables, my bag slumped beside me, my hands drumming against the wooden surface as I waited. Ollie was late, which wasn’t surprising. He was always late when it came to me, like he was buying himself extra time to gather his defenses.When he finally walked in, my entire body reacted before I could stop it. My chest tightened, my shoulders stiffened, and my jaw locked. He didn’t look at me right away, his eyes darting around the library as if searching for an escape route even before he reached me. His posture was tense, guarded, and it lit a spark of frustration inside me.“Ollie,” I said, my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the quiet.He froze for a moment, then relucta

Chapter 58: Behind the ScreenOllie’s POVThe walk home felt longer than usual. The sun was dipping low, throwing long shadows across the pavement, and the cool air bit at my skin. My bag weighed heavy on my shoulder, but not as heavy as the words Ryder had left me with.You can keep running, but I’ll be right here when you’re ready to stop.I hated how those words played over and over in my head, like a song I couldn’t switch off. Every step I took, every car that passed by, every person I brushed shoulders with on the sidewalk—it was all muted compared to the echo of his voice.When I finally reached my apartment, I didn’t even bother to kick off my shoes right away. I dropped my bag by the door and leaned against the wall, staring at the quiet space like it might give me answers. But of course, it didn’t. The silence was thick, pressing against my chest until I forced myself to move.I went through the motions. Shower. Change into something comfortable. Toss my clothes into the ham

Ollie’s povThe moment I shut my laptop after ending the livestream, the silence in my room felt louder than before. My chest was still rising and falling fast, the leftover adrenaline from putting myself out there making my fingers tremble. The ring light was still on, giving the space an artificial glow that didn’t match the outside world where the sun had long dipped beneath the horizon. My sheets were messy, my shirt half-open, and the taste of nervousness still sat at the back of my throat.For a while, I just sat there. My phone kept buzzing with notifications, comments, and tips rolling in, but I didn’t have the strength to check them yet. I wanted to, but another part of me didn’t. Because once I saw the numbers, the usernames, the reactions, it would all feel real again. And right now, I wasn’t sure if I wanted it to feel that real.I leaned back in my chair, staring up at the ceiling. My body was warm from the heat of the lights, but inside, I felt cold. Not regret, not exac