Alle Kapitel von The College Bad Boy's Target : Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO:Ollie’s pov.The morning light slipped through the curtains like it was trying not to wake me, but my eyes opened anyway. I didn’t feel rested. My body was sore, my throat dry, and my mind kept replaying last night in pieces that wouldn’t fit together right. The glow of the screen, the messages, the rush, the silence that came after—it all felt too loud inside me.The alarm buzzed on the nightstand, sharp and mean. I turned it off fast and just lay there, staring at the ceiling. My room was quiet except for the faint sound of cars outside. It was strange how normal everything looked when I felt so far from normal. The same posters on the wall, the same mess on my desk, the same light flickering from the corner lamp. But it all felt heavier somehow, like the air had thickened overnight.I pushed myself up and rubbed my face. My reflection in the mirror across the room looked worse than yesterday. Eyes red, skin pale, hair sticking up in all directions. I didn’t eve

Chapter 74 – Beneath His QuietOllie's pov The first thing I felt when I woke up was warmth. It wasn’t the usual kind that came from my blanket or the sun slipping through the curtains at home. This one was softer, heavier, like it was holding me in place. For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. The sheets were different, smoother, and the faint smell of cedar filled the air. Then it hit me, Ryder’s house. His guest room.I blinked slowly, eyes adjusting to the dim light seeping through the blinds. My body still ached, but it was a dull ache now, not sharp like last night. My limbs felt heavy, but not from pain, more from exhaustion that had settled deep into my bones. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, trying to steady my breathing. Everything that had happened came rushing back. The panic, the noise in my head, the way Ryder found me when I couldn’t hold myself together anymore.He hadn’t left.No one ever stayed before. That thought lingered the longest. People

Chapter 77 – The Breaking PointOllie's pov The next morning felt heavier than any before. Sleep hadn’t come, not really. I lay awake most of the night, watching the dim light shift across the ceiling, my mind replaying every word Ryder had said. I’m not leaving. Those three words kept echoing in my head, twisting between comfort and panic.I wanted to believe him, but wanting and believing were two very different things. People always said things like that, until they saw too much. Then they left, one by one.By the time I got to school, the tightness in my chest had only grown. My stomach felt twisted, my head light. I didn’t want to see him, not after what he knew now. But avoiding him wasn’t easy. Ryder had a way of finding me, like he was built to read the spaces I tried to disappear into.I tried to focus during class, but I couldn’t shake the feeling of his eyes on me. Every time I looked up, he was there, not staring, just watching quietly, like he was waiting for me to look

Chapter 78 – The Space Between UsRyder’s POVThe morning after everything happened, the house felt too quiet. I woke before the alarm, lying there staring at the ceiling, listening to the stillness. I couldn’t stop thinking about him — the way Ollie had fallen apart in my arms yesterday, how small he’d felt when he finally let go. I’d never seen anyone hold that much pain inside and still stand tall like it was nothing.I wanted to check on him, but I didn’t know if I should. He needed space, I told myself, but the thought of him being alone after what he’d said made my chest feel heavy. My brother’s face flashed in my head — pale and cold, the way I found him that night. I knew that feeling of being too late, of realizing someone needed help when it was already over. I couldn’t let that happen again. Not with Ollie.I got up and made coffee, though I didn’t drink much of it. My hands kept clenching and unclenching around the cup, the restlessness crawling under my skin. Around eight

Chapter 80:Ollie’s povThe morning light came through the curtains in thin, soft lines. It took me a moment to remember where I was. The ceiling wasn’t mine, neither was the faint smell of coffee drifting through the air. For a second, I panicked, sitting up too fast. The blanket slipped off me, and I realized I’d fallen asleep on Ryder’s couch last night.My clothes from yesterday were still on, slightly wrinkled, and my neck felt stiff. I rubbed the back of it and tried to calm down. The house was quiet, except for faint movements somewhere deeper inside. I could hear a door open and close, then the soft clink of a cup being set down.Ryder was awake.I ran a hand through my hair, trying to fix it, though it was useless. I didn’t even plan to stay the night, but after what happened yesterday—after how weirdly close everything had felt between us—it was like my brain had shut down. He told me to rest. I did.Now, I just wanted to leave before things got strange again.I got up and l