All Chapters of Rebel Attraction (In Love With My Stepbrother): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nathan's POVThe gym is filled with music and laughter.The usual normal movement and light that normally wouldn't bother me. But tonight, the noise gets on my nerves. I scan the room, my gaze locking on Abigail, who is standing near the edge of the dance floor, she's wearing a pale blue dress. She's with Luca. Her smile is small, uncertain, and I can see it clearly. The way it doesn't quite reach her eyes. She looks uncomfortable, fidgeting slightly as Luca leans in to say something to her. The sight stirs something inside me-something raw maybe possessive. It's nothing like the real smiles I've seen from her before, those rare, genuine moments that she probably doesn't even realize I've noticed.Before I can think of it any longer, my feet are already moving. The crowd seems to part for me as I walk through, and music fading into the background. It's as though the world was approving for the two of us. I barely hear Luca's voice when I approach them, but I see the way his

Abigail's POVI feel the ache in my chest deepen as I stand still and watch as Luca disappears, and then fades in the parking lot, out of my sight.His words keep echoing in my head, each one laced with anger and hurt."I don't deserve this."I stand still, unable to move my feet. My heart on the other hand, unable to process what had just happened. I have messed up.Badly. Luca didn't deserve what I had done. But still, I don't know why I had accepted to dance with Nathan.I'm beginning to feel the consequences of my choices, threatening to crush me. A sharp gust of wind cuts through the silence, and I shiver, snapping me back to reality.I need to get out of here.I hesitate before I decide to go back to the gym. I don't know about Luca but I hadn't really anticipated this dance like I had told him I did.After minutes of hesitating I turn towards the gym.Turning, I hope to gather my thoughts and maybe blend into the crowd. But before I even reach the door, I bump hard into some

Abigail's POVI sit on the curb near the cab, my arms hugging my knees as I try to process everything that had just happened. The distant wail of sirens has faded, replaced by a heavy silence broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves. My breathing is shallow and uneven, all thanks to the chaos inside my head.Nathan stands a few feet away, leaning against the car with his arms crossed. I feel his eyes on me, sharp and assessing, and it makes me want to disappear."Are you okay?" he asks, his voice cutting through the stillness.I nod instinctively, but my trembling hands betrays me. "I think so," I reply, though my voice betrays me.I glance down at my knees, at the way my fingers grip the fabric of my jeans as if letting go might make everything go out of control. It doesn't feel real-the car ride, the driver's hostility, and Nathan showing up out of nowhere like some hero.Nathan saved me.The thought alone doesn't feel real, almost laughable if I'm to say. This is the sa

Luca's POVI lean against the wall outside the library. My hands buried deep inside my jacket pockets as students pass by in a blur of chatter and motion. Their voices blend together, but I don't pay attention to any of it.My eyes stay fixed at the end of the hallway, waiting.It's been this way all morning-this restless, nagging feeling in my chest that won't go. Walking away from Abigail at the dance last night was the worst decision I've made in a long time. I was angry, sure, but it wasn't with her. It was Nathan. Always Nathan. The way he walked up to her like he owned her, the way she let him take her hand, the way she looked at him during that dance...I shake my head, trying to push the memory aside. It doesn't matter now. What matters is making things right.I check my watch, my pulse quickening as the minutes tick by. Abigail always comes this way before class-it's part of her routine. And Abigail is nothing if not consistent.Finally, I see her. The familiar sight

Abigail's POVI sit curled up on my bed, hugging my knees to my chest. The events of the day replay in my mind-Luca's hurt expression, Nathan's gaze in the cafeteria, the mess of emotions I can't seem to untangle.A lump forms in my throat. It feels heavy and suffocating. I blink the tears away, but it's no use. They come anyway, hot rolling down my cheeks in streams I can't control.I can't keep this all bottled up anymore.Sliding off the bed, I walk toward Mom's room, my socks muffling my footsteps.Her door is slightly ajar, and I can hear the soft sound of the TV inside. I knock lightly, wiping at my cheeks as I push the door open.She looks up from the bed, where she's sitting cross-legged with a blanket draped over her lap. Concern flickers across her face the moment she sees me."Abigail? What's wrong?" she asks, setting the remote down and patting the spot next to her.I hesitate for a second before walking in and sinking onto the bed beside her.The second her arm wraps arou