All Chapters of The College Bad Boy's Target : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81– What He Doesn’t SeeRyder’s POVIt was strange how quiet everything felt after that night. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head—the way his voice broke, the way his hands shook when he finally let go of everything he’d been holding inside. I’d never seen him cry before. I didn’t even think he could. But he did. And it tore something in me open.That night didn’t leave me. It followed me home, sitting in the back of my head like a ghost I couldn’t shake off. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, hearing the sound of his voice when he said “He’s dead because of me.” The kind of pain behind those words wasn’t something you just fix. It was the kind that builds walls around people and keeps them trapped inside.I knew because I’d built mine too.The next morning, I left home early. I didn’t even eat breakfast. My mom asked if I was okay before I left, but I just said I had extra work to do. The truth was, I couldn’t sit still. I needed to see him. I didn’t know what I’d say,

CHAPTER 83: HAD TO BE ME.Ryder’s povThe morning light hit my face before my alarm went off. I groaned and rolled over, reaching for my phone. The screen showed 6:37 a.m. I didn’t sleep much last night. My mind kept drifting to Ollie — the way he’d looked yesterday, quiet and distracted. Something about him didn’t sit right with me. He was trying too hard to seem fine, and I knew he wasn’t.I dragged myself out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. Cold water on my face didn’t do much, but it helped me think. Today was another school day, which meant I’d see him again. I wasn’t sure why that thought mattered so much. Maybe it was because I’d started noticing the small things — how he bit his lip when nervous, how he avoided eye contact when something was wrong.By the time I got dressed and left for school, the streets were already busy. The sky was pale blue, and the air was cool. I parked my bike at the usual spot and headed inside the building.Ollie was already there. He was

Chapter 85 – The Storm Before the TruthRyder’s POVThe sky looked strange that morning. Heavy clouds pressed low, dark and quiet, like they were holding back something big. I stood by the window, watching the drizzle fall against the glass while tying my shoelaces. It was too early, and the world outside still felt half-asleep.I grabbed my bag, tossed a hoodie over my shoulder, and checked my phone. Still no reply from Ollie. I’d sent the message about the hoodie half an hour ago, just in case he woke up late. I wasn’t surprised when he didn’t respond — he’d been distant all week, hiding behind quiet smiles and empty words.But I could tell when someone was pretending.I’d seen that same kind of tiredness before — the kind that didn’t come from lack of sleep but from carrying too much inside. My brother used to wear that same expression right before he fell apart.I wasn’t going to watch that happen again. Not to Ollie.By the time I reached school, the rain had stopped, but the clo

Chapter 87 — Beneath His EyesOllie’s POVI could feel it before I saw it, the weight of Ryder’s eyes on me. It wasn’t harsh or judging, but it was constant. He watched me the way people looked at something fragile, afraid to touch it, afraid it might break. Every time our eyes met, my chest tightened, torn between wanting him to look away and wanting him to never stop.At first, I thought I was imagining it. Maybe I wanted the attention too much, maybe I was desperate for it. But it wasn’t in my head. He was watching me. In class, in the hallways, even when we passed by the cafeteria. He’d linger just long enough for me to notice before pretending he wasn’t.It made it hard to breathe sometimes.I told myself to act normal, to keep my head down, to focus on schoolwork. I filled my notebook with scribbles that didn’t mean anything, trying to drown out the feeling that someone was paying too much attention to the cracks I’d spent years hiding. But it didn’t work. Every time I looked up

Chapter 89 — Breaking PointOllie's pov I could feel Ryder’s eyes on me long before he said a word. Every time I caught sight of him in the hall, my chest tightened, and my pulse stuttered. It wasn’t just nerves anymore, it was fear. Fear that he knew, fear that he’d seen what I never wanted him to see.All day, I kept my head down, moving fast between classes, pretending I didn’t notice him watching. I laughed when people spoke to me, answered questions in class, did everything I could to seem normal. But my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I kept thinking about the look on Ryder’s face the night before, the faint confusion mixed with hurt when our eyes met outside that building. He wasn’t supposed to be there.The moment I realized he might have seen me leaving the alley, my stomach dropped. The weight of that moment hung over me like a cloud, and no matter what I did, it wouldn’t go away. I’d built my entire life around keeping things hidden, my past, my side jobs, my scars, and now i