Semua Bab ANONYMOUS: IN LOVE WITH MY BULLY : Bab 11 - Bab 16

PATTERNS As we took a bus back home, I couldn’t help but ponder on the text Jane sent in the bathroom. She revealed that Pete, one of Justin’s friends, received similar images, and they were from the same party… since he attended the party back then. I couldn’t be sure it was the same email, but it was definitely the same sender. Luckily for him, his images were less explicit, unlike mine. Who could be doing this? Why, and what was his aim? I wondered. Jane also mentioned that Pete suddenly shut everyone out and moved to a new state. Allegedly, it was said the images got forwarded to the tech company he worked in as an intern, and he lost his job. Whoever this person was, he was coming for me. “Ashy!” Flora shook me vehemently, and I jerked up in shock. I was deep in thought; I had almost missed my stop. The school bus stopped in front of our house, and I grabbed my backpack, jumping out alongside a junior who lived adjacent to our house. “Bye, guys,” I waved at Brian and F

Math, Mischief and Mayhem .Tyler’s POVI glanced at Asher as he sat with his shoulders dropped. I also noticed he had been thinking a lot these days and wasn’t his usual self in school. It was probably the message he got that was getting to him. Not like I cared, actually—getting to play in the league was my utmost priority.“I think I’m getting a hang of this,” I said, referring to the equation I had just been taught.“That’s good. Now you can leave!” Asher replied coldly while adjusting his glasses. They made him look like the Harry Potter character, and I found him amusing… in a funny way.“We were supposed to have, like, two lessons, and the first was very hasty. "My dad is supposed to pick me up in the next hour, and you refuse to do your job,” I said casually. “The reason I agreed to tutor you is because of my dad and your dad… I’m not even supposed to help your ass after everything you put me through,” he replied, and I snickered.“You refuse to tell me what that girl—what’s

CORNERED ASHERS POV. “Go! Go!! Go!!!” Tyler’s voice tore out the moment Mark bolted. He sprinted down the narrow street, boots slapping against concrete, panicking so much that he threw his grocery bags down. Tyler swore under his breath as he followed, long legs eating up the distance like he had been waiting for this. “Mark!” I shouted. “Mark, stop!!!”. Yeah, like that would work. The neighborhood blurred as we ran past cars, jumped fences, and dashed across streetlights. My lungs burned as my small body tried to keep up, but adrenaline kept me upright. Mark glanced over his shoulder once, and that fear on his face confirmed everything. “Jerk!” I cursed under my breath. He knew something. Could he be the mail sender?. “Cut him off!” Tyler screamed, and almost immediately, tires screeched, blocking Mark from swerving left and slowing him just enough for Tyler to catch up and grab him roughly by the collar. Tyler’s driver rushed out, taking over, twisting Mark’s arms