Semua Bab Tamed By The Campus Bad Boy: Bab 31 - Bab 40

LEON'S POVSuddenly, someone aggressively rattled the bathroom doorknob from the hallway, knocking loudly.“Hey! Someone in there? Hurry up!”Damian didn't even hesitate.With a low growl, he grabbed my hips and shoved me hard against the wooden door. The impact made me gasp, but he immediately covered my entire body with his own, using his weight and strength to pin me against the wood, keeping the door firmly shut against the person outside.Without breaking the kiss, his hand reached blindly to the side, flipping the heavy deadbolt into place with a sharp, definitive click.The danger of it, the proximity, the fact that someone was outside…probably listening.The absolute weight of him pressing me into the door made my knees go weak. We broke apart just to breathe, our hot breaths mingling in the cramped space.Then, Damian sank downward.I gasped, my eyes widening in sheer shock as he dropped completely to his knees on the bathmat in front of me.In every single scenario I had ev

AARON'S POVThe bell above the door of the vintage record shop chimed, a cheery, slightly annoying sound that did nothing to cut through the suffocating weight of the air I’d brought in with me.Marcus didn’t look up from behind the counter, his fingers dancing over a stack of vinyl sleeves, his expression the usual one of bored, practiced indifference.He knew I was there. He’d known since the moment I stepped onto the sidewalk and watched him through the window as he attended to customers.“We’re closing in ten, big boy,” he said, his voice smooth, yet a bit mocking. “So you should probably leave.” He shrugged. “Besides, whatever you’re looking for, I doubt we have it in stock anyways.”I walked over, my sneakers making no sound against the worn floorboards.My lips stretched into a tight smile as I leaned my elbows on the counter, invading his personal space until he was forced to shift his gaze.His eyes although a little too close together, were sharp in a way that most people w

AMANDA'S POVTo me, the library was like a stifling cage of old paper and dust, but it was the only place in this hellhole of a high school where you could actually hear yourself think.Or, in the case of Lily and Gianna, where you could listen to absolute nonsense and giggle without being interrupted by anyone, since the library staff had mostly moved to the new library and this one only had an older man in the front desk who made you sign in and out before leaving with any of the ancient books.“Honestly, the prose is actually kind of good,” Lily whispered, her eyes glued to her phone screen as she scrolled through the latest update on SinnersSanctuary. “It’s so intense. Like, the way the main character moves? It’s exactly how Aaron carries himself I think. It’s so freaking... hot.”I didn't even look up from my own phone as I scoffed. “Oh please shut up, Lily. We aren't here to analyse the writing.”Lily huffed, rolling her eyes, but she had the sense to lower her voice. “You’re j

LEON'S POV“You were on my laptop. The night my father came in. You were the one…you hid my web tab and opened the calculus one.”I didn't wait for him to reply before charging forward, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “How long have you been messing with my mind and my stuff??!”I stopped just a few steps away from his personal space.The late afternoon sun was making the weather comfortably warm, but all I could feel was a deep, freezing numbness spreading through my chest.Aaron shrugged, arms crossed over his chest, looking at me with that same infuriating, unbothered calm.“I don't know what you're talking about, Leon,” he said.But the knowing, taunting smirk was there, playing at the corner of his mouth, even though it didn't really reach his eyes.“Don't start lying now,” I snapped, taking another step toward him. My voice felt brittle.“You pride yourself on being too unbothered to lie, so stand by it.”He shrugged again, this time lowering his hands to his sides. “What

LEON'S POVThree days of silence.Seventy-two hours of living in a world that had suddenly turned gray and hollow. This might sound a bit dramatic but it was as though nothing had any purpose anymore.I sat at my desk that Sunday evening, the glow of the monitor casting long, skeletal shadows across my room, but the words wouldn't come. I stared at the blinking cursor, my fingers hovering over the keys, paralyzed.Every sentence I tried to craft felt like a confession. I had spent months writing this perfect character, one built on stolen mannerisms and illicit fantasies, only to realize I hadn't been completely honest with myself.I told myself it was just Damian with a few bad boy attributes but it was just…Aaron.I clicked over to my writing platform. A new notification blinked in the corner: One new message.“Chapter 15 was personal. Who hurt you?”I stared at the screen, a cold prickle of dread working its way down my spine. I started scrolling, clicking through months of logs. T