All Chapters of Fake Dating my Ex's Worst Enemy : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ocean’s POVLong after her message came in, I was still staring at my phone. The screen was still lit up, her message sitting there like it weighed more than it should.Her response was simple, casual and harmless but it didn’t feel harmless.It felt like a door closing softly, not slammed but closed all the same. Pushing my hand into my hair, I leaned back into the couch, my jaw tightening as I read it again and again like the meaning would change if I stared long enough.“She said no, didn’t she?” Calvin’s voice cut through my thoughts.I didn’t look at him or answer either which, apparently, was answer enough.He let out a low whistle from where he was sprawled across the other end of the couch, one arm thrown over his head like he had all the time in the world.“Ouch.”“Shut up,” I muttered, finally locking my phone and tossing it onto the coffee table.He sat up immediately, his eyes lighting up with amusement.“Oh, it’s bad.”“It’s not bad.”“You look like someone just told yo

Reis’s POVThe moment I saw him sitting several tables away from us, something in me snapped. It was not visible, but inside, it was instant, sharp and violent.Ocean was here of all places and all times. Instead, I leaned back slightly in my chair, keeping my expression neutral as my eyes flicked toward Astrid.Right now, I cared about her reaction and I got it.Her shoulders tensed first, then her grip on the table tightened.Her eyes…God, her eyes.They flickered with something I couldn’t quite name.Panic?Guilt?Something in between.My jaw tightened.So that’s what this was.I felt something bitter settle in my chest, but I swallowed it down, forcing my face to remain calm and casual like I didn’t care.Like it didn’t matter that the guy I hated most in the world was in the same room as us.Astrid breathing had changed. It had become faster and shallow now. Her eyes weren’t focused anymore. She wasn’t here with me, she was somewhere else entirely.She was probably thinking a

Astrid’s POVIf someone had told me that my life would spiral this badly in less than twenty-four hours, I would have laughed in their face.But now, I couldn’t even laugh.I sat stiffly in my seat, my pen hovering over my notebook, pretending to take notes while my mind replayed one thing over and over again.That stupid, impulsive and humiliating comment I had posted under Ocean’s post was still fresh in my head. My phone had died before I could delete it and coincidentally, there was a black out that plunged the dormitory into total darkness. My battery was still dead which meant the comment was still there.Merely thinking about it was mortifying. I squeezed my eyes shut briefly, dragging in a slow breath as Ms. Torres' voice droned on in the background.My fingers tightened around my pen as I forced myself to look down at my notes, even though the words blurred together.Ms. Torres was rounding off the lecture when the door creaked open.At first, no one paid attention but wh

Ocean’s POVI’m the kind of person who stands still, who waits, and who watches but right now, I couldn’t stop moving.I was moving back and forth.The hallway outside the disciplinary office felt too small and too tight, like the walls were closing in on me with every step I took. My jaw was locked, my hands clenched into fists at my sides, and every second that passed made the tension in my chest worse.She had been in there for way too long.I dragged a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply as I turned again, my sneakers scraping faintly against the tiled floor.Think.Who would do this?Who would be stupid enough to plant drugs in her locker?Because that’s what it was, no doubt about it.Astrid didn’t even drink properly, for God’s sake. The idea of her being involved in anything like that was laughable.This was planned and when I found out who did it…My fists tightened, I didn’t even finish that thought because I already knew it wouldn’t end well.Suddenly, a low sound broke

Ocean’s POV“Don’t go.”The words didn’t sound like a request.They sounded like something fragile being placed in my hands.For a second, I just stood there, her fingers wrapped tightly around mine and her head slightly bowed like she couldn’t bear to look at me. There was something in the way she held on. It was not desperate or dramatic, just a quiet fear that made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t like.I exhaled slowly, pulling the chair closer to the bed before taking a seat beside her.“I’m not going anywhere,” I said, keeping my voice low and steady, like I was afraid anything louder might break her.Her grip loosened just a little which was enough to tell me that she heard me. She shifted on the bed, pulling the covers closer around herself before lying down, turning slightly away from me. Her back faced me now, her body curled inward like she was trying to make herself smaller. I didn't reach for her again, I just sat there watching, listening and making sure she was st