The College Bad Boy's Target のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Chapter 62: The Weight of SilenceOllie's pov I woke up before my alarm, my heart pounding like it had been running all night while my body lay perfectly still. The room felt too warm, my sheets tangled around me as if I’d been fighting something in my sleep. My breath caught when I remembered, everything I’d done, every frantic moment under the cover of darkness when Ryder’s voice and his face wouldn’t leave my head. Shame flushed through me so fast it hurt.I rolled onto my side and curled in on myself, trying to block it all out. It didn’t work. The images only sharpened. His eyes watching me with that slow-burning intensity, his voice low and edged with something dangerous, the way he looked at me like he could see every secret I’d tried to bury.A hollow ache settled in my chest. I hated how much space he took up in my mind. I hated that my own body betrayed me.Dragging myself out of bed felt impossible, but the thought of staying here with my thoughts was worse. I went through

Ollie’s povI sat on my bed, staring at the ceiling. The room was too quiet, too still, like the silence was pressing down on me from every corner. I could hear the hum of the fan above me, the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, even the soft sound of my own breath. I thought coming home from school would give me some peace, but instead it just made me restless.I kicked my shoes off and tossed my bag on the floor. The straps slapped against the wood, breaking the silence for only a second before it returned, heavier than before. I laid back, pulling a pillow over my face, but the darkness under it only made me more aware of how empty the room was.My mind wouldn’t stay still. It kept pulling me back to the day, to the hallways at school, to the way people looked at me like they knew something, or maybe like they were guessing. I hated it. I hated the way whispers could stick to me even if I didn’t hear the words.I turned on my side and grabbed my phone, unlocking it out of habi

Chapter 66 – The Weight of SilenceOllie's pov The morning dragged before it even began. I moved through the halls of school like my body was there but my head was somewhere else. Every classroom felt too bright, every voice too sharp. I sat at my desk with a pen in my hand, but the words on the board refused to stick. My notebook filled with lines I couldn’t even read back.I forced myself to laugh when someone made a joke. I answered questions when people asked me things, nodded at the right times, acted like nothing was wrong. My smile felt stiff, and my voice sounded flat even to me. Beneath it all, my chest was tight. I kept glancing around, searching for eyes I didn’t want to find but felt anyway.Ryder was always somewhere near. Sometimes behind me, sometimes across the room, sometimes leaning against a wall as if he wasn’t watching, but I knew. My skin burned every time I felt his gaze. It followed me from one class to the next, silent but heavy.At lunch, I sat with my frien

Chapter 68 – Cracks in the SilenceOllie's pov The next morning came too soon. My alarm dragged me out of a half-sleep that felt more like floating than resting. My body was heavy, my head pounding with the weight of everything I had done the night before. I wanted to stay under the covers, hide from the world, and pretend none of it had happened. But the clock kept moving, and eventually I pushed myself out of bed, my limbs sluggish as if I was wading through mud.The shower didn’t help much. The water was hot, steam clouding the mirror, but the fog in my head stayed. I looked at myself afterward, towel slung around my waist, and I couldn’t hold my own stare. My eyes were ringed with shadows, and I looked pale, like someone hollowed me out. I dressed slowly, pulling on clothes that felt too tight even though they fit fine. My bag felt heavier than it should when I slung it over my shoulder.At school, the hallways buzzed with energy I couldn’t match. People laughed, talked, slammed

CHAPTER SEVENTY:Ryder’s POVThe morning air felt colder than usual. I walked through the school gates with my hands shoved deep into my jacket pockets, my head buzzing with thoughts I couldn’t quiet. It had been bothering me since yesterday—the look in Ollie’s eyes, the way he said he was fine when everything about him screamed the opposite. I tried to tell myself to let it go, that maybe he just needed space, but that wasn’t me. I wasn’t good at pretending not to care, not when it came to him.I spotted him near his locker before first period. He was there early, which was strange. Usually, he showed up just in time, hair messy, eyes tired but soft when he smiled. This morning, he didn’t smile. His face looked pale under the hallway lights, his shoulders hunched, as if just standing upright took effort. I started walking toward him, but then he closed his locker and walked away fast, blending into the crowd before I could say a word.Something twisted in my chest. I didn’t know what