Semua Bab My Accidental Boyfriend: Bab 11 - Bab 19

Lila Daniels deserves better.That thought has lived rent-free in my head for months. It was there when I first noticed her walking into Chemistry with her hair tied up in a messy bun and an armful of books. It’s there now, every single time Jason Cole throws his arm around her like she’s a prize he just won in a raffle.And today… it’s louder than ever.It started with me trying to help. Just a book. That’s all. She’d dropped it while juggling her notebook, water bottle, and about a dozen pens. I scooped it up, handed it over, and cracked a dumb joke about her carrying half the library around with her.She laughed.God, her laugh. Soft but quick, like she hadn’t expected it. It lit up her whole face in a way that made my stomach twist. And for a second—just a second—I thought maybe I was making progress. Maybe she was finally noticing me.Then Jason showed up.Loud, confident, smug. “Hey, babe,” he said, like the word was some sort of crown he could place on her head.He draped his a

If I had a dollar for every time Jason Cole confused me, I’d be able to retire by seventeen.One minute he’s cracking jokes, making the whole hallway think I’m secretly head over heels for him. The next, he’s glaring at Alex Rivera like Alex personally declared war on his family.And the thing is… I can’t stop noticing.This morning was bad enough. Jason cornered me outside the cafeteria, tossed his usual “Morning, babe” at me like it was a scripted line, and then—out of nowhere—he actually admitted he didn’t like the way Alex looked at me.I should’ve laughed. I should’ve told him to get over himself, because the whole fake relationship deal was supposed to keep people out of my business, not turn my life into a soap opera.But instead, my heart did this weird thump thing, and I swear it took me five whole seconds to remember how to breathe.Which is ridiculous. Because it’s Jason.Jason Cole.The boy who thinks rules are optional, whose ego has its own gravitational pull, and who on

There should be a warning label on Jason Cole:Caution. May cause excessive heart palpitations, eye rolls, and complete emotional whiplash.Because that’s exactly what the past twenty-four hours have been.When I walked into school this morning, I had a plan. A simple one.Step one: avoid Jason.Step two: avoid Alex.Step three: survive until 3 p.m. without becoming the star of another TikTok rumor.But plans and I? We don’t exactly get along.By second period, Jason had already found me, sliding into the desk beside mine with his signature grin.“Hey, babe,” he whispered.“Don’t call me that,” I hissed back, cheeks warming.He leaned closer. “Why not? You look cute when you’re mad.”Cue: my brain short-circuiting.Here’s the thing—I don’t even like Jason’s stupid pet names. They’re annoying. Obnoxious. The kind of thing that should make me want to strangle him.But now, every time he says them, I feel this tiny, traitorous flutter in my chest.And I hate it.Because once upon a time,

I don’t hate him.At least, that’s what I keep telling myself. Because hating someone means they matter. And Jason Cole shouldn’t matter—not to me, not to Lila, not to anyone.But then I see the way he leans on her locker like he owns it. The way he slings his arm over her shoulder as if she belongs to him. The way he calls her “babe” loud enough for the entire hallway to hear.And I realize I do hate him.Because Lila isn’t his to claim.At lunch today, I sat across from her, listening as she told me about the latest disaster in chemistry class. She waved her hands around, exaggerating the story until I laughed so hard I almost choked on my sandwich. That’s the thing about Lila—she makes the world lighter, brighter, without even trying.And then he showed up.Jason dropped his tray onto the table with the confidence of someone who assumes he’s welcome everywhere. He slid into the seat beside her—my usual seat—and snatched a cookie right off her plate before she could blink.“Thanks,

If you’d told me last year that a sarcastic TikTok would completely derail my carefully curated “high school golden boy” image, I would’ve laughed. Me? Jason Cole? Thrown off by a girl with oversized hoodies and a sketchbook? Yeah, right.But here we are.And somehow, I’m the one lying awake at 1:32 in the morning, staring at the glow of my phone screen, waiting for Lila’s typing dots to appear. She’s so damn slow at texting back.Finally, a little bubble pops up:Lila: “What idea?”I grin like an idiot at the ceiling. I could tell her the truth right now. That tomorrow, in front of half the school, I’m going to kiss her like it’s the most natural thing in the world. That I’ve been thinking about it way too much. That this whole “fake dating” thing stopped being fake the second she smiled at me in the cafeteria.But that would ruin it. And Jason Cole doesn’t ruin his own punchlines.So instead, I type back:Me: “You’ll see ;)”And when she leaves me on read, I throw the phone down on