Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Accidental Boyfriend: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Silence had always been my shield.Say less. Feel less. Keep control.But by Tuesday, silence felt like a chokehold.Because every hallway I walked down, every corner I turned, I saw them.Jason and Lila.His grin. Her flushed cheeks. The way people stared at them like they were the hottest show in town.And the worst part? The way she didn’t push him off.I told myself it was fake. I told myself she was just going along with it because it was easier than fighting.But the truth clawed at me anyway.Maybe she wasn’t just going along.Maybe Jason was getting to her.And the thought made my chest feel like it was caving in.At practice, I couldn’t focus. Every drill, every sprint, my mind replayed the cafeteria like a loop I couldn’t shut off. Coach barked at me twice, but I barely heard him.Afterward, in the locker room, Jason brushed past me with that smug look, tossing his bag over his shoulder like the world revolved around him.I wanted to slam him into the lockers. Demand he tell

The problem with Alex wasn’t that he talked too much.The problem was that he talked just enough.One or two sentences. Sharpened like knives. And suddenly people thought he was the noble one, the quiet hero with good intentions.But I’d seen his face in the cafeteria.That wasn’t noble. That was possessive.And I wasn’t about to lose to him.When I heard he’d pulled Lila aside in the courtyard, something in me snapped.I tried to tell myself it didn’t matter. That our deal was still just a deal, that it didn’t matter what Alex said, or what Lila believed.But every time I closed my eyes, I pictured her expression: wide-eyed, unsure, torn between us.And I couldn’t stand it.By Wednesday morning, I’d made up my mind.If Alex wanted to play protective knight, fine.I’d show Lila I wasn’t just playing.The opportunity came in third period. Group projects. The kind that force you to sit too close and actually talk to people you’d usually ignore.Of course, fate—or maybe my teacher’s crue

I didn’t mean to cry.When Alex said the words—I still care. I never stopped—something inside me cracked, sharp and sudden.Not because I didn’t believe him.But because part of me did.And that part had been waiting for him to say it for what felt like forever.The problem was, forever had already passedI walked away before I could answer him. My chest felt too tight, my throat too raw, and I couldn’t stand there another second with his eyes on me—eyes that used to mean safety, comfort, home.Now they just reminded me of what we lost.By the time I reached my room, I shut the door and leaned against it, breathing hard. My reflection in the mirror across from me looked like a stranger: wide-eyed, cheeks flushed, lips trembling like I’d just run a marathon.“Get it together,” I whispered. But the words did nothing.Because how was I supposed to get it together when Alex was finally saying all the things I used to dream of hearing?And how was I supposed to ignore the fact that another

There were days when I swore I was fine. When I could go through the motions—wake up, drag myself to class, pretend to listen to the professor—and almost believe the hole inside me didn’t exist.And then there were days like this.Days when I saw her with him.Jason.I hated how easily his name came to mind, like a thorn I couldn’t pull out. it's kind of funny how I could hate someone this much.I spotted them on the field, him tossing his helmet aside as if the whole world belonged to him. She sat on the bleachers, notebook clutched in her hands, trying to look busy but sneaking glances at him when she hought nobody noticed.The part that killed me was how natural it looked.Like she’d always been there waiting for him.Like I’d imagined the way she used to wait for me.I didn’t approach. I stayed back, leaning against the fence, letting the shadows hide me.Maybe it was cowardice. Maybe it was self-preservation. I didn’t even know anymore.But watching her smile at his stupid joke

People always say they can tell when something’s wrong with their best friend.I used to laugh at that. How could you really know? People are good at hiding things. I’ve hidden enough myself to prove it. But lately, with Lila… it’s been different.I don’t have to be a genius to see she’s torn in two. One half pulled toward Jason like a magnet, the other half looking back at Alex as if she can’t quite let go. And me? I’m caught in the middle, trying to keep her from shattering while pretending I don’t notice the cracks.Yesterday I saw her slip out of class faster than usual. I knew exactly where she was going. I didn’t follow right away—didn’t want to seem like a shadow—but an hour later, I found myself drifting toward the library. Don’t ask me why. Curiosity? Worry? Both.When I stepped inside, I spotted them.Lila sitting across from Alex, her face turned slightly down, his leaning forward like he was speaking low and serious. I couldn’t hear their words, but I didn’t need to.The t