All Chapters of Falling for the principal's son: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Did you see the look on his face?” I asked, bursting into a fit of uncontrollable laughter as Adonis and I walked up to his car. Honestly, I hadn’t laughed like this in ages. My stomach hurt. My cheeks hurt. But it felt…good.“Girl, pleaaaseee,” he said, dragging out the word as he doubled over, laughing even harder than me. He hit the side of the car lightly to steady himself. “Vice Principal Thompson looked like he was two seconds away from exploding from anger on the spot.”“Oh my God, stop!” I wheezed, wiping tears from my face. “He said, ‘What in the name of God is going on here?!’”Adonis mimicked the deep, dramatic voice perfectly, and I collapsed into laughter again.After our ridiculous run-in with the vice principal and almost getting detention, we had decided to be responsible and continue our tutorial session at the library. Though to be fair, I think we spent more time laughing quietly behind shelves than actually studying calculus.But the moment we got into his car, th

Test dayyyyyyyyy.I barely slept last night. I couldn't even wait for my alarm to ring as my eyes swung open an hour before. I sat up, grabbed my textbook, and tried to do one last revision even though the words looked like tiny ants marching across the page.After a quick breakfast I got ready and practically raced to school. The early morning air was cold against my skin, but it didn’t help calm my nerves. I just needed to get to Adonis… and the rest of my study group. I spotted him leaning against a bench under a tree. His head was bowed, fingers tugging anxiously at the hem of his hoodie. The moment he lifted his eyes to mine, I knew he was nervous. Very nervous.“Hey,” I said, placing a gentle hand on his arm. “Calm down. You’ll be fine.”He tried to smile but failed. He only nodded, jaw clenched tight.We headed inside to meet the study group. Everyone was on edge, some muttering equations under their breath, some flipping pages so fast the paper sounded like wings fluttering.

I’m so nervous. Not exactly for myself, but for Adonis. My stomach wouldn’t stop twisting, like I had swallowed an entire gymnastics team or a contortionist.“Is it out yet?” he asked for what had to be the tenth time in three minutes. He paced up and down my room, one hand in his hair, the other tapping restlessly against his leg.“No, two more minutes,” I said, staring at my laptop screen as if my eyes could force the results to appear faster.The test results would be announced any moment now, and the weight of it sat like a brick on both of us. Adonis needed to pass and not just pass, but hit at least 80% because his father decided basketball was only for ‘high achievers who don’t embarrass the family.’ His words, not mine.Meanwhile, Adonis was sweating like he just did a thousand reps of planks.“I can’t breathe,” he muttered, stopping suddenly. “Caitlin, I can’t breathe. I’m actually dying.”“You’re not dying,” I said rolling my eyes, reaching up to tug him onto my bed before h

How could I be so dumb? I thought as I lay in bed, my pillow soaked with tears.Did I really, even for a second think Adonis and I were a thing?Lmao.What was I thinking? That a kiss meant something to him?Of course not.I was just… convenient. Something to pick up and drop whenever he felt like it.“Hey, Cait. Are you good in there?” Dylan’s voice came through the door.Since the disaster at Adonis’ place, I hadn’t left my room.“I’m fine,” I lied.“Do you… want me to bring dinner?”“No.”“Okay. Lola and I are going out tonight. Please lock the doors.”“Yeah. Bye.”“Bye.”The apartment fell silent. At some point, I must have cried myself to sleep.The banging on my bedroom door jerked me awake.Crap. I didn’t lock the door.“Caitlin?” a voice called…low, tense, familiar.Too familiar.Oh no.“Caitlin, I know you’re in there.”Adonis.“Go away,” I said, my voice dry and broken.“I need to talk to you.”I scoffed. “Great. I’m not interested.”“You know I’m trying to be nice,” he said

"It’s just Adonis"I repeated to myself over and over again."We're just going to eat and talk" I muttered.It wasn’t a fancy date. No candles. No music. Just the school field after school hours. And yet my hands wouldn’t stop fidgeting, my palms damp, my heart racing like I was about to sit for an exam I hadn’t studied for.By the time I reached the field, my legs felt weak.School had ended hours ago, but the open space still felt alive — the grass flattened in some places, uneven in others, the distant sound of voices from outside the gates fading. The field belonged to everyone and no one. But in this moment, it felt like it belonged to us.Adonis was already there.He sat on the grass with a small basket beside him. He looked like he was replaying different versions of this date in his head. I giggled to myself.He looked up as I got closer and a nervous smile tugged at his lips.“You’re early,” I said as I walked over.He shrugged. “Didn’t want to keep you waiting.”There was som