Semua Bab From my Bully to CEO: Bab 61 - Bab 66

PASTSELENE’S POV:Yes, the school had a game room. And not the dusty, half-forgotten kind you expect to find in a public school.The game room at Crescent High was massive, almost the size of my LA apartment, with sleek rows of pool tables lined up like they belonged in a private club.A few ping pong tables stood near the far wall. A vending machine hummed in the corner, fully stocked as always, its glass front reflecting the pale glow of the single light left on.The rest of the room sat in a kind of hush, enveloped in soft and lazy shadows, like the place was half-asleep.And it was empty. Well, mostly.Because Grayson was there.He stood near one of the pool tables, cue in hand, idly spinning it between his fingers, eyes on the two remaining balls. His jacket was slung carelessly over the edge of the table, sleeves of his white uniform shirt rolled up, exposing the veins in his arms and the light marks of chalk that dusted his fingers. There was an open bottle of Coke sweating

PresentSelene's Pov: The boys exchanged one look and then they were bolting toward the wide glass panel that doubled as a one-way mirror, throwing up the blinds Grayson usually kept down.“Are you serious right now?” I said, mortified.They ignored me.Theo squinted through the glass. “Is that him? He doesn’t look like your type.”“True,” Nate said, nodding thoughtfully. “Is he British? He looks British.”I gaped at him. “Yes and how exactly does someone look British?”He shrugged. “Something about the posture. Or the shirt. Feels British.”“A year long dating hiatus and this is the direction you’re going in?” Josh asked, giving me a meaningful look. “Gentleman-core?”“It wasn’t a year long hiatus and what does that even mean?”“He means your type has always either been Grayson himself or a Grayson prototype,” Theo said a little too casually. “He looks the complete opposite.”“I agree,” Nate chimed in. “Poor guy looks…nice. Respectable. How are you into him, Hale?”“I’m not even goi

PresentGrayson's POV The room exploded.“What the fuck!” Nate yelled.“Are you serious?” Theo barked, half on his feet already.Selene pressed a trembling hand over her mouth, trying to muffle her laughter or maybe a scream.In an instant, everyone was on Josh, cheering, clapping him on the back, pelting him with questions. He looked both overwhelmed and ridiculously happy.Selene was the first to reach him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, saying something too soft for me to hear. Josh’s lips moved in an equally quiet response. When they pulled back, her cheeks were wet and Josh’s eyes shone.For a second, I just watched. Something in my chest twisted and warmed all at once. Then I leaned forward and thumped him on the back, grinning.“About damn time,” I said. “I knew it. I always said Ally was endgame for you.” Theo said, his voice turning a little rough around the edges. “God, I’m so fucking happy for you, man.”“I can’t believe this,” Nate whispered and to all our surpri