Semua Bab His Biker Girl, Her Biker Prince.: Bab 101 - Bab 110

TESSABy the time my last class ended, my brain felt full in the dull, heavy way that came from too much information and too many new faces.I signed the final admission papers in the department office, my pen dragging slightly as I wrote my name for what felt like the hundredth time. Each signature felt like another quiet confirmation that this was real. That I was really here. That my past was behind me now, even if it didn’t feel that way inside my chestWhen I stepped back into the hallway, Adeline was already waiting for me, leaning against the wall with her phone in her hand.“Done?” she asked.“Finally,” I breathed out.She smiled and slipped her phone into her pocket. “Good. Come on. I promised I’d show you around properly.”We walked together through the campus. The buildings were old in a way that felt intentional, stone walls worn smooth by decades of footsteps. Ivy climbed up the sides of lecture halls. Students sat on benches with coffee cups, laughing, arguing, existing

After I finished the cereal, I lay back on my bed and stared at the ceiling.I waited for sleep to come.It didn’t.Minutes passed. Maybe longer. Time felt strange when my mind refused to slow down. I turned onto my side, then my other side. I pulled the blanket up to my chin, then kicked it off again. My body was tired, heavy in that deep, dragging way, but my thoughts refused to rest.They kept circling.Faces. Names. Places I didn’t want to remember.I groaned quietly and shoved my pillow over my head, pressing it down hard, like I could smother the thoughts if I tried hard enough. Darkness. Muffled sound. My own breathing was too loud in my ears.It didn’t help.The memories slipped through anyway, stubborn and sharp. My chest tightened with frustration. I ripped the pillow away and lay flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling like it had personally offended me.“This is stupid,” I muttered.I pushed myself upright and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Sitting still made i

I walked into the kitchen slowly, my steps lighter than they should’ve been, like my body hadn’t fully caught up with me yet.Adrian stood by the stove, his back to me, shoulders relaxed as he stirred something in a pot. The smell hit me instantly, warm, spicy, and comforting. My stomach twisted again, louder this time, impatient.I cleared my throat.He glanced over his shoulder. “I’m almost done,” he said easily. “Can you get the drink from the bar?”“What drink should I bring?” I asked, already regretting opening my mouth.He shrugged. “Your choice.”Of course.I didn’t want to talk. I didn't want to eat. Didn’t want to drink with Adrian of all people.But my body disagreed with all of that.I needed food. And I needed my head quiet. Sleep felt impossible without something to knock me out first.So I turned away from him and walked toward the bar.The shelves were lined with bottles—different shapes, labels, colors. Most of them meant nothing to me. The first time I drank was when

TESSA.“Tessa.”My name floated through my head like it was coming from underwater. Distant. Muffled. I frowned, trying to grab onto it, but it slipped away.“Tessa.”Something cold splashed against my face.I jerked, gasping as my eyes fluttered open. The world tilted immediately, like someone had picked it up and shaken it for fun. Everything was blurry. Wrong. My head started pounding so hard I groaned and clutched it with both hands, afraid it might actually split open.Oh God.Why the hell did I drink so much?Another second passed before something soft but heavy slammed straight into my face.“Wake up, you drunkard.”I groaned louder. “Ah—what the hell?”I squinted, trying to focus, but my eyes refused to cooperate. The room spun lazily, like it was mocking me.“It’s eight o’clock,” Adeline said, her voice sharp. “And you can’t even open your eyes.”I felt hands grab my arm and tug. My body followed reluctantly, like it was made of wet sand. I sat up on the bed, head throbbing i

JAXSON.I landed in central London a few minutes past eleven.The moment my feet touched the ground, something inside me shifted. Maybe it was the exhaustion finally catching up. Maybe it was the weight of what I’d just done. Or maybe it was the quiet, terrifying truth that I was now in the same city as Tessa.James was already waiting at the airport.He was more lively and friendly than I had expected. Too easy with his smiles. Too quick to joke. It was… good. I needed that kind of energy right now, even if I didn’t want to admit it.He drove me straight to his apartment and helped me get settled in. I explained that I transferred here because of personal issues and asked if he could help show me around London. He didn’t hesitate — just said yes like it was nothing. Like I wasn’t a stranger crashing into his life. He told me to settle in first because he had one last class for the day, and that when he got back, he’d show me around. I thanked him for everything. He left. The apartme