All Chapters of My Accidental Boyfriend: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

There are fights you can win with fists.I’ve been in plenty of those. You take a swing, you land it clean, you walk away with bruised knuckles and the satisfaction of settling something the simple way.But this?This isn’t one of those fights.And God, I hate that.Ever since Ethan showed up, it’s been like watching a storm build over the horizon. At first, everyone just pretends it’s a cloud, no big deal. They laugh at his jokes, shake their heads at his swagger, whisper about old rumors.But me? I knew from the second he tossed that stupid nickname at Lila in the cafeteria—this wasn’t a cloud. It was thunder waiting to crack.And Ava?She’s the one standing in the open, no shelter.She tries to act tough. She keeps her head up, her tone sharp, her walls high. But walls don’t mean anything when the ground underneath is splitting apart.I see her flinch every time he walks into the room.I see her jaw tighten when he smirks.I see the fire in her eyes that everyone else mistakes for

There are a hundred ways to pretend you’re fine.I’ve mastered most of them.The grin. The smirk. The careless shrug.Swagger into a room like you own it, and nobody bothers to look too close at the cracks underneath.It worked for years. It worked the second I stepped back on this campus.But it doesn’t work when it’s Ava.And it definitely doesn’t work when Jason is standing in the middle of it, looking at her like he can see through every wall I’ve ever built.I wasn’t trying to spy.I swear I wasn’t.But after last night—after hearing her cry through that door and not being able to force myself to go in—I couldn’t stay away. I lingered at the end of the hall, caught between cowardice and longing, waiting for… I don’t even know what.And then Jason went in.For twenty minutes, I listened to muffled voices. His sharp, hers breaking, back and forth until finally the door opened and he stepped out.His face said everything.Frustration. Defeat. And underneath it all—something I couldn

Some mornings feel heavier than others.This one feels like a storm pressed into skin.I know it the second Ava steps out of her room. Her hair is pulled back too tight, her sweater sleeves tugged down over her hands, her jaw clenched like she’s holding something in with sheer force of will.To anyone else, she looks normal. Maybe a little tired, maybe distracted.But I’ve been Ava’s best friend long enough to know the signs. The stiffness in her shoulders. The way her eyes don’t meet mine when I say good morning. The smile that doesn’t even try to reach her eyes.Something happened last night.I should ask. I want to ask. But the thing about Ava is—she talks when she’s ready. If I push, she’ll just retreat further.So I slide my bag over my shoulder and say nothing.Walking across campus, Ava moves fast, like she’s trying to outrun whatever’s clawing at her from the inside. I keep pace, staying close but not crowding her.Around us, the morning hum builds: voices, footsteps, doors sl

Confession feels like ripping out your own rib cage.For days, weeks, maybe years, you carry the weight inside. You patch it up with smirks and jokes, you bury it under distractions. And then, finally, you drag it out into the open.It’s ugly. It’s raw. It hurts more than keeping it hidden ever did.But the moment it’s out, the air feels different.Like maybe—just maybe—you can breathe again.That’s what it feels like now.I told Ava the truth. Not all of it—God knows I couldn’t explain every jagged piece of the storm inside me—but enough. Enough that she finally knows I didn’t leave because I stopped caring. Enough that she knows I came back for her.And yeah, she didn’t throw her arms around me or forgive me instantly. She shut me out, turned her back, left me standing in silence.But silence is better than hate.Silence means maybe there’s still room for me.So now, my mission is simple.Win her back.Step one: snacks.It sounds stupid, but snacks have always been our language.Whe

Ethan That smug, grinning bastard.I don’t know what it is about him, but ever since he walked back into this place, the balance has been off.People look at him. They laugh at his stupid jokes. Even when they roll their eyes, they’re watching. He sucks up attention like a black hole, and somehow everyone acts like it’s a good thing.And Lila—God, Lila.She laughs around him. Not the polite little chuckles she gives other guys, not the fake, nervous kind when she wants to escape a conversation. Real laughter. Bright, free, unguarded.Laughter she never gives me.I see the way her eyes light up when Ethan teases her. The way she leans into his chaos like it’s familiar, like it’s safe.It makes my blood boil.Because it should be me.At first, I told myself I was imagining it. That Lila wasn’t drawn to him, not really. That she was just humoring him because Ava’s her best friend and Ethan’s Ava’s twin.But then I saw the way Ava looked at him today.Not with love. Not yet. But with so