บททั้งหมดของ My Accidental Boyfriend: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

I hate secrets.They eat at you slowly, like rust creeping across something once shiny. And yet… here I am, keeping one.Jason doesn’t deserve this. He deserves honesty. He deserves to know why I flinch when Alex walks into the room, why I sometimes turn away too quickly when Jason looks at me.But I can’t say it. Not yet. The words get stuck in my throat.And maybe that makes me a coward.Ava told me today that I looked pale. She asked if I was sleeping. I laughed it off, but the truth is I’ve barely slept. Every time I close my eyes, I hear Jason’s voice—low, tense, edged with suspicion.He doesn’t say much, but I feel it. The questions are there, unspoken.And the guilt makes it worse.This afternoon, I tried to focus in class, but my pen hovered over my notebook, not moving. I was too busy staring out the window, thinking of the past.The day Alex and I first fought. The way his eyes darkened when I told him it was over. The silence that followed.It should have ended there. It sh

I hate waiting.Not the normal kind, like waiting for a bus or lunch to end. The kind where every second stretches too long and every shadow looks like a threat.That’s what it felt like today,I’d been trying to act normal around Lila all morning, joking, nudging her shoulder when she laughed, pretending nothing was wrong. But inside, I was on fire.Because I knew. I just knew.Alex.I don’t know how I knew, exactly. Maybe it was the way her eyes flicked toward the hallway when she thought I wasn’t looking. Maybe it was the way she hesitated before answering when I asked where she’d been.Whatever it was, I felt it like a punch in the gut.Lunch was hell.I sat across from her, smiling like I was king of the cafeteria, and she returned it, but not fully. Something was off. My gut was twisting, my hands shaking just a little.And then I caught it. Across the room.Alex.Not looking at anyone else. Not eating. Just… watching. Watching us. Watching her.And yeah, maybe part of me hated

I hate it when I can’t read her.Not her words. Her face. Her body language. Her little quirks that usually tell me exactly what’s going on.Right now, I get nothing.This morning, she walked past me in the hallway, like always, but today… different. She didn’t glance up once. Didn’t even flinch when I called her name. Just straight-faced, books pressed to her chest like armor.And yeah, maybe part of me wanted to chase her down, grab her wrist, demand she look at me.But I didn’t.Because I’ve learned: chasing sometimes makes it worse.Lunch was chaos. Not the normal kind—cafeteria noise, whispers, gossip—but the kind that sits heavy in your chest.She sat across from me, not beside me. And she barely looked at me.I tried joking, nudging her shoulder like I always do. Tried leaning in, whispering something dumb to get a reaction.Nothing.That’s when I saw him.Alex. Sitting a few tables away. Just staring. Silent, calm, everything I hate.I don’t know what it is about that guy. The

I can’t stop thinking about both of them.Jason, all fire and chaos, daring me to fall for him with every look. And Alex, calm and steady, somehow making the world slow down just by being near.And me? Stuck in the middle, unsure which way to turn.This morning, I walked to class and felt it immediately—the tension. The weight of their presence, even if neither of them was right there beside me.Jason’s shadow, the heat behind his gaze when he thinks I’m unaware. Alex’s quiet intensity, the way he watches me, measuring me.I hate that I notice it. Hate that it makes my chest tighten.In class, I tried to focus, wrote down notes I didn’t care about, and laughed at things I barely registered. Ava glanced at me once, frowned, and I knew she could tell. She always does.“I know something’s going on,” she whispered after class, when we were alone in the hall.“I’m fine,” I said quickly, forcing a smile that didn’t reach my eyes.She didn’t answer. Because she knew.Lunch was worse.I saw J

I hate being the third wheel.Not the fun, annoying kind where you get dragged along to parties or end up in the background of cute selfies. I mean the quiet, sitting-on-the-edge-of-everything kind. Watching. Observing. Knowing too much and saying too little.Because right now, everything between Lila, Jason, and Alex is a storm. And I’m stuck in the middle, with no umbrellaThis morning, I watched Lila walk to class. She was trying to be normal, books clutched to her chest, hair bouncing a little when she walked. But I could see it—the tension in her shoulders, the hesitation in her steps, the way she glanced sideways every few seconds. She’s hiding something. I can tell.Jason was nearby, pretending like nothing mattered. But I could see him too—the sharp tilt of his chin, the way his eyes kept darting toward her, the slight flex of his hand that wasn’t resting casually at all. Waiting. Planning. Protective. Possessive.And Alex. God, Alex. Calm, silent, standing a little off to the