บททั้งหมดของ My Accidental Boyfriend: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

I can’t stand it.That feeling—the one that twists my stomach, claws at my chest, and refuses to let me think straight. It’s her. Always her.She’s quiet today. Too quiet. And I know why. I can see it in the way she holds her tray, the slight slump in her shoulders, the tiny hesitation before she sits. She’s thinking. Calculating. Avoiding me.And yeah… part of me wants to shout, to grab her hand, drag her across the cafeteria, and demand she just tell me what’s going on.But I don’t.Because I can’t.Alex is there. Of course he is. Sitting across the room, calm as a storm before the lightning hits, watching. Waiting. Judging. Measuring. And I hate it. Hated it the moment I realized he existed. But now… it’s worse.Because I can’t stop noticing him. Can’t stop thinking about him. Can’t stop feeling that small, infuriating, possessive part of me flare up every time I see the way he looks at her.I hate it. I hate him. I hate myself.I try joking, nudging her shoulder, leaning in, whisp

I don’t know what’s worse: the chaos of being around Jason or the calm suffocating pull of Alex.Jason burns. Every glance, every touch, every stupidly confident smirk—it’s fire. I feel it, and I can’t help being drawn to it. Even when I know it’s reckless, even when I know he’s impossible, even when it scares me.And Alex… Alex is water. Slow, patient, quiet. Strong in ways Jason isn’t. The kind of strength that doesn’t shout but anchors you anyway. That makes me question everything I thought I knew about myself. About who I am. About what I want.I’m walking down the hall, trying to focus on nothing, pretending I don’t notice them. But my chest tightens the second Jason’s eyes find mine, and I can feel Alex’s gaze from across the hallway. And I hate it. I hate that I feel this pulled, torn between two different worlds, two different storms.Ava’s walking beside me, probably noticing my uneven breathing, the way my fingers twist my books like I’m trying to squeeze out the nerves. She

I hate chaos.Not the fun kind, not the kind you laugh about later. I mean the kind that hangs in the air, thick and suffocating, making it impossible to think straight or breathe properly.And right now… the hallway, the cafeteria, the entire school—it’s chaos. But it’s not random. It’s centered around Lila, Jason, and Alex. And me? I’m stuck in the middle, watching, thinking, worrying.This morning, I caught Lila walking to class, her books clutched tight, hair slightly messy from rushing. She tried to appear normal, but her shoulders were tense, her gaze flickering nervously. She’s hiding something. Always. And I can see it.Jason was nearby, of course. That grin of his, leaning casually, exuding confidence like a force field. His hand brushed hers by accident—or maybe on purpose—and she flinched. A tiny movement. But I noticed. And I could see him noticing her reaction too. His eyes lingered just a second too long, smirk twitching.And Alex… standing across the hall, calm, arms cr

The hallway felt heavier than usual.Not literally, of course. The floors didn’t weigh more, the lockers weren’t pressing in on me. But the air seemed thicker, harder to breathe, like every glance, every whisper, every step I took carried more weight than it should.Jason was there, leaning casually against a wall, smirk plastered on his face like he had no care in the world. But I knew better. His eyes found me the second I walked into view. Not a glance, not a quick check—he held me there, made me feel seen in a way that was exciting and terrifying at the same time.And across the hall, Alex. Calm. Silent. Observing. Patient. The kind of patient that feels infinite, like he could wait forever and still notice every little detail, every subtle twitch, every half-hearted smile I tried to hide behind.I didn’t know how to exist in this space between them.Class was hard to follow. My pen moved across the notebook like it had a life of its own, scribbling notes that probably made no sen

The library was quieter than usual, and I liked it that way. Less noise, less chaos, less distraction. I could watch. Observe. Think.Lila sat across the room, head bent over her notebook, scribbling furiously. Her brow furrowed, lips pressed together. She was trying to focus, to organize her thoughts, but her energy was scattered, restless, unpredictable. I could feel it from here. Could feel it in the way her pen jittered, the way her fingers tapped against the paper, the way she occasionally paused mid-sentence and stared off into space.Jason wasn’t here. Not yet. That was good. That gave me space. But it also made me aware that he wouldn’t be gone forever. He was persistent, reckless, impossible. And he was coming for her attention, like always.I thought about the last time I saw them together in the cafeteria. Jason leaning too close, brushing her shoulder with the kind of casual ownership that made my chest tighten. And her response—small, distracted, unaware—was maddening. I