บททั้งหมดของ My Accidental Boyfriend: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

If I had a dollar for every time Ava stuck her nose in business that wasn’t hers, I’d be able to buy out the vending machine and still have change left for a new ego polish.But today? She didn’t just stir the pot. She flipped the whole table over.Now everybody’s staring at me like I’m the villain in some teen drama. Which is ironic, considering I’m usually cast as the charming lead.Not that I care what people think.Except… maybe I do.Because one person in that cafeteria wasn’t looking at me like I was charming at all.Alex.And if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under the mashed potatoes.I don’t hate Alex. I just hate the way he looks at her.Lila.Like she’s the answer to every unspoken question in his life. Like he’s memorized her down to the angle she tilts her head when she sketches.The problem is, I look at her like that too.I just hide it better. Or at least I thought I did—until Ava basically broadcasted our whole situation like the lunchtime news.Later, after school

High school hallways have always been loud.But lately? They feel unbearable. Like every whisper, every giggle, every sideways glance is aimed straight at me.At us.Jason and me.It’s ridiculous. Two weeks ago, nobody noticed if I tripped over my own shoelaces. Now, thanks to one stupid TikTok, the entire school treats me like I’m starring in some teen soap opera.And the worst part? I don’t know if I’m playing the lead… or the fool.Today, when Ava opened her big mouth at lunch, my brain short-circuited.So who does Lila really like?I could still feel the heat on my cheeks, the silence pressing down like a weight. Everyone’s eyes locked on me. And for a second—just a second—I almost said Jason’s name.But then I saw Alex.And my heart fractured right down the middle.Because how do you pick between someone who’s been your safe place for years and someone who makes your pulse sprint with one smirk?After school, I tried to focus on my art homework, but every sketch ended up looking

I knew something was off the second I saw her.Lila’s usually easy to read. She wears her heart on her sleeve — even when she tries not to. Her sarcasm, her eye rolls, her little smirks when she thinks she’s getting away with something — all of it’s right there, plain as day.But today? She wouldn’t look at me.She laughed at Ava’s joke too quickly, kept her eyes on her notebook in class, even skipped the usual banter when I bumped her shoulder in the hallway.Something was wrong.And I had a pretty good idea what's Alex.I caught them talking after school yesterday. Well, not talking exactly — more like him pouring his heart out while she stood there looking like she’d rather disappear into the floor tiles.I didn’t catch the words, but I didn’t need to.The way he leaned in, the way his hands tightened nervously on his backpack straps, the way her lips parted in surprise… yeah. I know a confession when I see one.And just thinking about it made my blood boil.Alex.Of course it’s A

If someone asked me what my biggest problem was last month, I would’ve said something like: “Trigonometry. Or maybe my mom’s obsession with Pinterest recipes.”Now?Now my biggest problem has a name. Two names, actually.Jason Cole.And Alex Rivera.And somehow, I’m stuck between them, like some cruel joke the universe thought would be funny.---I tried to ignore both of them today. Thought maybe if I kept my head down, focused on my classes, and avoided all human interaction, my brain would quiet down.Spoiler alert: it didn’t work.Everywhere I went, they were there.Jason, leaning against doorframes with that infuriating grin, tossing winks like confetti. Alex, sitting two rows over in English, eyes flicking toward me when he thought I wasn’t looking.It felt like the walls were closing in.And the worst part? My heart wouldn’t shut up.Because when Jason smirked, it skipped. And when Alex smiled, it softened.How am I supposed to pick between skipping and softening?---At lunch,

There’s a certain kind of silence that hurts more than words ever could.Lila’s silence has been killing me all week.It’s not the dramatic kind—she still talks to me, still smiles when I crack a joke, still sits next to me in class. But it’s thinner now, like a smile drawn on fragile glass, and if I touch it too hard it’ll shatter.And every time I notice it, I know who’s behind it.Jason Cole.The thing about Jason is—he doesn’t ask for space. He just takes it. And people let him, because he’s Jason. He’s the guy who lights up a room without even trying. He’s the guy who makes everything look easy, who laughs like the world belongs to him.I’ve always been fine staying in the background. The steady one. The guy people rely on. I thought that would be enough for Lila.But when Jason came along, I saw something shift in her.And I hated it.After English today, I stayed behind a moment to pick up a paper I’d dropped. By the time I stepped into the hall, Jason already had her cornered.