บททั้งหมดของ My Crush is Gay: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Vanessa hesitated for a moment before finally answering, her voice steady but tense. “Hello, Cynthia.” “Vanessa, how are you?” My mother's voice carried warmth mixed with worry. “How’s he? What are they saying? Is Odell going to be alright?” Vanessa looked at me briefly before responding. “He's stable.” I held my breath, a flicker of relief too fleeting. “But he's still unconscious. The doctor said he suffered a serious head injury, bleeding and swelling pressed them to perform emergency surgery.” A heavy silence fell over the line. “Oh, my God.” My mother's voice cracked. “I'm so sorry. I pray he pulls through.” “I hope so, too.” “I wish I could be there,” she sighed. “But I don't have the money right now to travel. I'll keep praying, pray he wakes up.” “Thank you.” Vanessa took a breath. “But there's something important we need to discuss.” “What is it?” “It's not something I can explain over the phone.” My heart started pounding again. “I really need you to come here.”

The hospital had slowly become a second home.I knew the sound of the elevators opening at the end of the hallway. I knew which nurse usually came in during the morning shift. I knew the exact time the doctors made their rounds.And most importantly, I knew the sound of Odell's breathing.The steady rhythm of the machines beside his bed had become something I listened to without even realizing it.Every morning, I came. Every afternoon, I stayed. And sometimes, when Vanessa insisted I needed to rest, I went home only to return the next day.Odell never opened his eyes, not once but I still talked to him. I told him about school. I told him about the weather. I complained about the food in the hospital cafeteria. Sometimes I told him things that didn't matter at all. Anything to make the silence less painful.That morning, Vanessa stood beside me as I sat near his bed, carefully holding his hand. “He can hear you,” she said quietly.I looked at her.“You really think so?”“I don't know

NICOLE’S POV“I want you out of my life," he said, and those words hit me harder than I anticipated. For a moment, I couldn't breathe. My eyes searched Odell’s face for any sign he didn't mean it, but there was none. His expression was icy, his jaw clenched, and anger blazed in his eyes, clear evidence he wasn't acting on impulse.He meant it.A cold wave of fear curled in my stomach. What was I supposed to do now? After everything? After weeks spent beside his hospital bed, watching him sleep, praying he’d wake up? After carrying his child inside me while he was unconscious? He couldn't just wake up and erase all of that.I swallowed the lump in my throat, straightened my posture, and mustered my voice. "No.”Odell's eyebrows knit together. “What did you just say?”“No.” My voice firmed. "You can't just tell me you want me out of your life like that.”His face hardened.I took a deep breath. "Remember, I'm carrying your child. I've been the one caring for you since your accident. I s

NICOLE’S POVA week had passed, and suddenly, it felt like the entire university was buzzing with my name. Not because I’d aced another exam, snagged a scholarship, or done anything particularly academic.This time, it was all about Odell. I’d already blurted the news to Ava and Sophie first, couldn't keep my joy bottled up. I was glowing, happy, and excited. After years of loving him from afar, after everything we’d been through, I was finally going to marry Odell.My Odell.My childhood best friend, the one I’d loved for as long as I could remember, and I wanted everyone to know."You’re actually getting married?” Ava asked, as if she couldn’t believe her ears for the tenth time.I chuckled. “Yes.”Sophie stared, disbelief written all over her face. “This is insane.”“I know,” I admitted.“You came to this university talking about your childhood friend, and now you're telling us you're marrying him?”I smiled proudly. “Told you he was special.”Ava grabbed my hand. “Girl, you really

I stared at Devon, my brain flat-out refusing to process the poison coming out of his mouth. Then I shook my head. "No." My voice was barely a breath. Devon looked down at me, his eyes dead, his eyelids not even blinking. "No," I repeated, louder, forcing the air through my constricted throat. "You're lying." Around us, a dozen arm-spans of students shifted. Red recording lights glowed. Phones were raised an inch higher. "Nicole—" Odell started, his voice heavy with warning. I ignored him, taking a frantic step toward Devon. "Please!" My voice shattered down the middle. "Just tell them the truth!" Devon folded his arms over his chest, totally relaxed. "I am telling the truth." "You're not!" I stepped right into his personal space, my hands shaking so hard I couldn't keep them still. "I have never slept with you!" He didn't flinch. He didn't even drop his gaze. "You have." "I haven't!" "You did." "Devon, please!" The crowd was leaning in now. Whispers broke out like dry l