บททั้งหมดของ NERD IN HIS BED: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

MIA ♥“Well well well, if it isn't the one and only Fatty Mia.”If there's one thing I hate about school, it'll probably be seeing Kathleen Turner, the head cheerleader of Westfield High and my bully, every single day of the year.Kathleen stood in front of me, a daring smirk plastered on her flawless face, as her brainless minions surrounded her.“Wow. I thought people get hotter after summer breaks but you... just get uglier.”The group behind her snickered in amusement.Kathleen pushed off the locker she’d been leaning against and took slow, deliberate steps towards me, her heels clicking against the tiled floor.“Seriously,” she continued, tilting her head as if studying roadkill, “I thought maybe—maybe—you’d do us all a favor and like… evaporate over break. But no. Here you are. Same fat face, same tragic ponytail, same everything. Did you even try to lose the baby weight? Or is this just your brand now?”I lifted my chin—just a little—and forced my voice out before I could seco

MIA ♥I slammed the front door shut behind me—okay, not slammed, more like closed it with a little extra force.The bus ride home had been a nightmare all because of the kid beside me that was blasting TikToks without headphones. My backpack also felt like it weighed a ton. I kicked off my sneakers in the entryway, already dreaming about collapsing on my bed and reading a romance novel until dinner.But as I padded toward the kitchen, something immediately felt off. Mom and Dad were both there, which was weird enough—Dad usually didn't get home from work until six, and Mom was always buried in her home office emails this time of day. They were standing by the kitchen island, whispering like conspirators, and when they heard my footsteps, they spun around with these massive, identical grins.Mom's eyes were sparkling, and Dad had that proud-dad glow he usually reserved for when his football team won.Uh-oh. Did something happen...? My brain immediately jumped to worst-case scenario

MIA ♥I tugged my scarf up higher as I walked into the hallway, but it was practically useless. The scarf—that I'd stolen from my mom—sat snug around my neck to hide my guilty secret. I’d thrown it on this morning without thinking, desperate to hide the faint purple mark Ethan had left on my neck and below my collarbone last night.The memory from last night hit me for the hundredth time: his mouth hot and wet against my skin, his hands gripping my waist, his skilled fingers thrusting into my... you know.God, that was the best thing to ever happen to me. Well, other than my Harvard scholarship.It just— felt so good...Riley and Jaden were already at my locker when I got there, leaning against the metal door.Jaden spotted me first and smiled but then looked confused by my... outfit.“Morning, queen,” he said, then his eyes narrowed. “Wait. What’s with the scarf? It’s like... eighty degrees outside.”Riley tilted her head, studying me. “Yeah, what up with that?”My face flushed red

MIA ♥I crossed my arms tighter over my chest, trying to pretend the goosebumps racing across my skin were from the air conditioning and not from the way Ethan was looking at me—like I was something he’d been starving for.“Next question,” I repeated, my voice higher than I wanted it to be. I reached for the textbook again. “We’re not done. You still need to—”“Actually,” he cut in, his voice rough, “I’m tired of studying.”He didn’t sit back down.Instead, he closed the last bit of distance between us in one slow step, his body heat hitting me like a wave. My back bumped lightly against the edge of the desk. There was nowhere to go.“Ethan…” I started, but it came out more like a warning than a protest.He didn’t say anything right away.He lifted one hand, slow enough that I could’ve stopped him if I really wanted to. His fingertips brushed the bare skin of my collarbone—right over the spot he’d marked last night—and I sucked in a sharp breath.His thumb traced the faint purple bru

ETHAN ♠ I stood there in the dim hallway, my jeans half-zipped, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out of my chest. Kathleen was still on her knees in front of me, her lips swollen, looking up with a confused pout.“What the fuck, Ethan?” she snapped, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Let’s continue. You were literally groaning two seconds ago.”I shoved her shoulder pushing her back so she had to catch herself on the tile. “Get off me.”She scrambled to her feet, her eyes narrowing. “Excuse me? What’s your problem?”I didn’t answer right away. I couldn’t. My brain was still replaying the look on Mia’s face—the way her eyes went wide, then glassy with tears.Fuck. She’d seen everything. I zipped up, my hands shaking. “We’re done.”Kathleen laughed sharply. “Done? You’re kidding. What, because that fat whore walked by? You’re bothered about Fatty Mia seeing us? Seriously?”Something in me snapped.I turned on her so fast she flinched. “Say that about her again