All Chapters of Tamed By The Campus Bad Boy: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

LEON'S POVNobody answered or at least not immediately.Which was fine. Some questions needed a moment before anyone should try to answer them, and what do we do about a person who has two years of private letters and a burner phone collection and apparently nothing but time* was one of those questions.I wrapped both hands around my coffee cup and thought.Aaron was doing the same—I could see it, the inward focus, the way he went quiet when he was actually working through something rather than performing composure. Marlowe was watching both of us with the patience of someone who'd learned to wait."What's in the letters that he'd actually use," I said finally. "Specifically. Not everything—just the thing he'd lead with."Marlowe looked at the table for a moment. "There's a section—" he stopped, recalibrated. "About six months in. I was in a bad place. Not—" he glanced at me briefly, then Aaron, "—not dangerous. Just low. The kind of low that's hard to write about without it sounding

LEON'S POVThe library was my favourite sanctuary.As usual, it was speckled with dust motes and muffled silence. It was the only place where I could truly breathe.I sat in my usual secluded corner at the back, the screen of my laptop casting a pale, bluish glow against my face as my fingers rapidly danced over the keyboard.I was deep in the vibe of the story, in the way the words flowed, the descriptions of skin and desire…things that I’d never actually dared to speak aloud.“I knew I'd find you here.”The voice came out of nowhere just as a shadow stretched across my keyboard.I slammed the lid of my laptop shut so fast my heart skipped a beat, my blood turning to ice. I looked up, prepared to stammer out some excuse about homework or notes, only to find Damian standing there.He wasn't wearing his usual unreadable expression, and he wasn't surrounded by his group of tittering minions. He also looked different in the soft, amber light of the library, more human, almost approachabl

DAMIAN'S POVMy words lodged in my throat, unable to let me bring them out.Then I shrugged my shoulders and sighed as I sat down.“Again, I told you, I simply approached him because I was curious.”“Uh huh,” Dakota cooed, nodding her head slowly even though I could see the disbelief shining in her round, hazel eyes.“What?” I blurted out.And she exhaled a laugh that made a few strands of her bangs flutter upwards.“Nothing,” she shook her head. “Just trying to digest the bullshit you're feeding me right now, Damian.”I threw my hands up in frustration as I grunted, dang she still knew how to piss me off.She was always like that even when we were children.“Seriously I feel like I'm being rage-baited by you, Dakota.”“You wish,” she sneered, eyeing me with mild disdain. “Anyways, back to what you were saying. You say you only talked to this guy because you were curious?”I rolled my lips, staring off into the distance as I inwardly debated whether to keep talking and responding to h

AARON'S POVThe glass doors of the hallway were cold against my forehead, but they were nothing compared to the ice forming in my gut.I stood there watching them. Damian was leaning into Leon’s space, his shoulders squared as he purposely, practically invaded the air Leon was trying to breathe.“Now that's poetic justice,” someone muttered behind me. And even without looking, I knew it was the fool, Marcus.Well at least he hadn't been foolish enough to go against my order for him to stay away from Leon. He was no good.I was no good either…so why was I so possessive?What am I doing? I inwardly asked myself for the thousandth time.“Fuck off,” I swore at Marcus, who simply laughed and walked past me with a hip in his steps.I swallowed them went back to quietly watching Leon and Damian. I saw the way Leon’s posture sagged whenever Damian leaned towards him.It was pathetic, and needy and I hated it.It made my blood boil. It was a visceral, suffocating rage that defied logic. I didn

LEON'S POVThe room was thick with a silence that felt heavy, almost suffocating.Aaron was dead to the world, his breathing deep and slow beside me.He'd fallen asleep almost immediately, and was already deep in it by the time I came out of the shower.Every time he shifted, the mattress dipped, and my heart hammered a frantic, uneven beat against my ribs.I couldn't sleep.My mind was a wildfire, looping back to every strange, jagged piece of the last few months.I slid out of the covers at exactly 2:00 AM, my feet silent on the floorboards. I sat at my desk, the glow of the laptop screen biting into my eyes.I didn't open my story folder. Instead, I opened a blank document and started typing as quietly as I could, my fingers flying.This was the list of everything Aaron had done for me that he probably wouldn't consider ‘good’ deeds, and I probably shouldn't either.But my brain had decided to call them that.I added everything, starting from he night my father stormed in. The hac