When a Bad Boy Falls Inlove のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Willow POVAs a child, my parents never expected much from me. Why? Because I wasn’t the only child—I was the last child. The unplanned one. The one who didn’t need to try because my four older siblings already had everything covered. The company, the legacy, the family name. It was all theirs to carry, while I was told to just—exist—to have fun.I tried, though. I tried to make them notice me. To make them see that I was more than just the youngest. But they never did. They told me not to bother, to just enjoy life, as if my life had no purpose beyond coasting through it. So, I stopped trying. Even in school. I never pushed myself, never fought for grades. I came last, and no one cared.But I’ll be damned if I let that happen in my love life too.Today is the day.I clutch the small gift bag in my hands, my fingers tightening around the ribbon I tied on it just last night like a lifeline My best friend, Ava, told me to confess. She said Chase would appreciate my feelings, that she co

Willow POV There is a knock on my bedroom door, causing me to look up from the book I'd been trying to read for the last half hour but failing to concentrate.“Come in,” I say with a sigh before the door opens and Ava walks in with a blinding smile and a shopping bag clutched in her left hand. I blink in suprise sitting up on my bed as she walks further into my bedroom, “Hey girl,” she waves, plopping down on edge of my queen sized bed.“Oh hey Ava, I wasn't expecting you until later,” I say rising from my position on the bed to tuck the book back into the my bookshelf with the others.“Yeah I know Chase's party isn't until later tonight, but I wanted you to see what I chose for you which is why I brought you the costume as promised,” she winks and continues with a visible slouch in her posture, “We can't go to the party together though Willow,” she sighs in disappointment and I frown, my brows furrowing in confusion.“Why Ava, you know I can't go to the party if you're not gonna be

WillowIt is another torturous day in school that I, for one, didn't look forward to. It's fourth period, but I was still yet to see Ava. Considering we don't share any class, I find myself scanning the tonnes of other students filling up the hallway.I sigh and relent, putting in my combination before pulling open my locker to store some books.I've had this weird feeling all day, and it's only getting worse the longer I don't see Ava in school. I've tried reaching her multiple times already, but like last night at the party, it goes straight to voicemail.I sigh deeply, trying to push the thoughts plaguing me to the back of my mind. I slam my locker shut and turn just in time to ram into someone.I gasp as the person wraps an arm around my lower back to steady me. My eyes widened into saucers when I looked up to see it was none other than Jack.Quickly I took a step back, my back pushing against the metal locker behind me as I tried to put as much space as I could between us.“W–wha

Willow At lunch, Ava and I are seated at our usual spot in the cafeteria, which is away from the jocks and the population, but we could see their tables from this angle.I'm pushing around the food on my plate as my mind races with different scenarios on how I would approach Jack.Am I overthinking too much just because I want to return a tracksuit? Maybe I am, but I can't help it.My eyes wander around the cafeteria, seeking the familiar mop of brown hair, but I sigh when I notice his absence.“What are you thinking so hard about?” Ava asks, shovelling a forkful of pasta into her mouth, and my eyes snap up to meet hers.I reached for my water and took a few gulps before setting it back down.“Nothing,” I mutter, shrugging nonchalantly, but she sees through my lie as her eyes narrow, but before she can comment on it, Chase slips into the empty seat close to hers and opposite from mine, his grin wide as he leisurely places his arm over the headrest of her chair.“Hey babe, I was looki

Willow Why does the thought of my best friend being with Jack make me want to hurl something at the wall? Why does it feel like a sucker punch in the gut? I don't understand what I'm feeling; is it jealousy? No, it can't be. I barely know Jack, so why would I feel this way? Yes, he was nice to me, even going as far as defending me in front of Chase. Perhaps his actions have softened my heart, but to the point of jealousy? “Will you help me?” Ava asks, ripping me out of my thoughts, and I blink, meeting her eyes as I try to mask my uneasiness. “Y—you just said he isn't nice to anyone, so what makes you think he'd even give me the time of day?” I deadpan, and she frowns. “For some reason you're an exception. Willow, didn't you see the way he smiled at you earlier today?” She asks, and I shake my head, turning away to dump the used wipes in the pink bin by the corner of my vanity. “You don't get it; he was just being nice,” I defend, “Besides, I can't just walk up to him and sugge