บททั้งหมดของ My Accidental Boyfriend: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

I don’t know what’s worse—Jason showing up at my house in the middle of the night like some reckless rom-com hero, or the fact that I actually went outside to meet him.What does that say about me?Probably nothing good.Because normal girls don’t sneak out at midnight just to listen to the school’s biggest flirt tell them he’s “not faking it anymore.”Normal girls don’t stand frozen in their driveway, shivering, waiting for their heart to stop racing after he leans close enough to make the world spin.And normal girls definitely don’t lie awake after, replaying every second of it instead of sleeping.But then again… I’ve never been normal around Jason Cole.The next morning, I looked like a zombie. Ava noticed immediately when I slid into our usual seat at the cafeteria table.“Okay,” she said, narrowing her eyes. “What’s wrong with you? You’ve got dark circles, your hair looks like a bird built a nest in it, and you’re chewing your straw like it owes you money.”I groaned, dropping

Sometimes, I wish my heart would just pick a side and be done with it.But no. Of course it has to be complicated. Of course it has to flutter when Jason smirks at me, and ache when Alex looks at me like I’m slipping through his fingers.I hate it.I hate that I’m caught between the boy who’s always been my anchor and the boy who feels like a storm I can’t stop running into.The day after my cafeteria confession to Ava, everything seemed… louder.Whispers in the hallways. Stares when Jason walked up beside me like he owned the place. Giggles when I shoved him away and he just laughed.It was all too much.“Relax,” Jason said as we headed to math, grinning like he wasn’t the reason my entire social life was in flames.“I am relaxed,” I snapped.He leaned down, close enough that his breath tickled my ear. “If this is you relaxed, I can’t wait to see what happens when you really lose it.”I elbowed him, hard. He just laughed harder.And of course, that’s the exact moment Alex appeared at

I didn’t sleep much after last night.It’s not like I didn’t try. I tossed, I turned, I buried my face under my pillow until I could barely breathe. But every time I closed my eyes, I heard him.Jason.His voice, low and serious, cutting through the creak of the swings and the chill of the night.“I want you, Lila. No jokes. No pretending. Just you.”I’d been waiting all week for the other shoe to drop, for him to laugh, to smirk, to wink like he always does. But he hadn’t. He’d meant it.And that’s what scared me the most.Because now, I couldn’t pretend anymore either.When my alarm went off at six, I felt like I’d been run over by a bus. Ava texted me at 6:30 with about a hundred exclamation points:Ava: SOOOOO what happened last night 👀👀 spill!!!Of course she knew. She always knew.I typed out three different replies before finally settling on the safest thing I could think of:Me: Nothing. Just talked.It was a lie, and I knew she’d see through it, but it bought me time.Becau

When Alex’s text came through, I must have read it twenty times.Do you want to hang out this weekend? Just us.Simple. Straightforward. Exactly the kind of message Alex would send.But staring at it made my stomach twist.Because if it had come two months ago, I wouldn’t have hesitated. Alex was safe. Alex was comfort. Alex was… home.But now?Now everything felt messy. Complicated. Jason-shaped.And that made me feel like the worst person alive.I flopped onto my bed, my phone balanced on my chest as I stared at the ceiling. My brain was screaming at me to text him back with a yes. To stop making things weird, to stop hurting him, to stop letting things get out of control.But my heart wouldn’t let me.Because if I said yes… what would that mean?Would it mean I was leading him on, pretending that things hadn’t changed between us? Would it mean I was avoiding the truth—that Alex wasn’t the one who made my pulse race anymore?The truth I didn’t want to say out loud: that Jason Cole h

I wasn’t jealous.That’s what I told myself when I saw them talking by the lockers, her laugh spilling out like he’d just said the funniest thing in the world.I wasn’t jealous.Except I was.Because the way Alex looked at her—the way he leaned in like he belonged there, like it was the most natural thing in the world—made something inside me burn.And the worst part?She let him.Her shoulders dipped in that relaxed way she only did when she felt safe. Her eyes softened. She wasn’t pushing him away. She wasn’t rolling her eyes.She was smiling.And I hated that it wasn’t for me.I shoved my hands into my pockets, walking past them like I didn’t care. Like I couldn’t feel the heat crawling up my neck. Like I wasn’t seconds away from saying something reckless, something I wouldn’t be able to take back.Jason Cole doesn’t get jealous.That’s the rule.I’m the guy people are jealous of, not the guy standing on the sidelines, watching someone else take what he wants.But here I was—watchi