All Chapters of THE Obnoxious : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Trish's POVMy life used to be quiet, centered only on my mother and our small flat. We were closer than sisters, and with my father gone since I was young, she was my entire world. I was the quiet type, comfortable with my books, content to be the girl people called "creepy" as long as I had her smile. But that peaceful life was shattered when I needed it most. Just months before my senior year, as I stood on the edge of growing into a woman, life took her away. I desperately tried to push back the sight of her lying there, motionless, the oxygen mask unable to give back the breath that was life itself. Her death is the single reason I ended up here, in Miss Britney Roland's home.Miss Britney became my immediate anchor. Her words – "Your mom trusted me to take care of you... you're all she had"—were a lifeline. The beautiful, single mother instantly treated me not as a guest, but as a daughter she longed to have. Because Mom was an only child, Miss Britney was more than a best frien

Omniscient POVSenior year had begun for the two complicated, secretly-bound lovers: Trish Carpenter and Joseph Roland.All of Mthland High’s students were gathered in the main hall for the traditional Hall of Fame walk and celebratory program, a ritual held before the final-year students ever sat at their desks as official seniors.The tall, slim, blonde-haired Principal, Mrs. Dante, stood at the podium. "Dear students of Mthland," she spoke, her voice ringing with pride and gravity. "These are our most respected seniors. Every year, we come together—teachers and students, to give our respect to those who will soon depart. Because after a short while, we won't see them anymore." She paused, letting the weight of her proclamation settle over the hushed hall.Mrs. Dante always had that personality; no matter how playful the atmosphere, her entrance demanded dead seriousness. Having taught at Mthland for so long, she had seen countless students come and go, a philosophical reality that

Omniscient POV“Ah, man... I’m beat.” Joseph tossed his backpack onto the living room sofa, the thud echoing in the quiet house. He unknotted his tie with a weary sigh, the exhaustion of the first day of senior year written across his face.“Damn. Since when did school get so boring? I wasn't expecting senior year to be this dry,” he added, collapsing into the cushions.Trish followed him in, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “That’s because your mindset has changed, Joseph. You’re no longer trying to get wild to maintain your status. You’re no longer trying to be the ‘King of Mthland High.’”“Who’s trying to be the King of Mthland High?”A familiar, sharp voice caused both of them to jump. Miss Britney was descending the stairs, her eyes narrowing as she fixed them on her son. “Joseph, tell me you’re not thinking of something stupid again. Please tell me you aren't slipping back into those habits.”“No, no! That’s not what we meant, Miss Britney!” Trish interjected quickly, casting

(Trish's POV)It had been two weeks since Joseph and I started dating. We promised that his mom, Britney, would never find out.There was no way I was going to let her know that her best friend's daughter, the one she took in after my mother passed away, was busy hooking up with her freakishly charming son under her own roof. No way.Honestly, it shocked me how quickly he began checking on me after my mom’s funeral. He would tell me to eat and would bring food up to my room himself. It was ironic seeing how drastically the badboy had changed.He was training harder for his football career now. He suddenly hated being called the King of Mthland High. It was like noise to his ears.He did not care about that status anymore. He constantly shared how all he wanted was his mom’s happiness, and mine too.It was saturday morning, and it was my eighteenth birthday.I had assumed my new boyfriend would plan a surprise for me, or at least wish me a happy birthday. Instead, he just walked casua

(Joseph’s POV)The game loomed that evening. The stadium lights buzzed, their low hum syncing with the violent thud of my heart against my ribs. The air in Mthland was heavy with the scent of freshly cut grass and the electric charge of five thousand screaming fans. This was the big one. Mthland High versus Greenland. The rivalry that turned quiet neighbors into enemies for four quarters.I stepped into the huddle, the sweat already stinging my eyes under the heavy plastic of my helmet. "Blue forty-two! Blue forty-two! Set... hut!"The ball snapped into my palms, the familiar leather grip feeling like an extension of my own skin. I dropped back, the world turning into a blur of spinning jerseys and thudding bodies. I saw my opening. I stepped into the pocket and delivered a laser-focused throw to Miller, our wide receiver, who hit the touchline with a grace that made the crowd erupt."That's it! Move it!" I roared, pumping my fist as I ran downfield to set the next play.As I lined u