Semua Bab Dare To Love The Chubby Nerd : Bab 21 - Bab 30

CLARA'S POV Jaxson straightened the papers on the podium without a trace of nerves. The room was completely still; even Mr. Harrison had leaned back in his chair slightly, arms folded, waiting. "The Enclosure Acts of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries were one of the most significant forced economic restructurings in British history," he began. His voice was steady and clear; even those in the back could hear him clearly. "What began as a legal mechanism for consolidating agricultural land systematically dismantled the common rights of the rural working class, accelerating their displacement into urban industrial centers and fundamentally reshaping the social fabric of England." Someone in the third row whispered something; the person beside them told them to be quiet; Jaxson kept going; he moved through the material like walking through a familiar room. He explained the legal framework, the economic incentives for landowners, and the destruction of subsistence farming. He d

JAXSON'S POVI stared down at the open book facing my sneakers. I leaned forward slowly and picked it up. “Don't,” I heard Clara say, stretching her hand to get it.Then, of course, I became interested: what was in it? I flipped it to see. I expected school notes or the usual boring nerd stuff, but it wasn't; it was a sketch. The graphite lines were incredibly detailed and precise; It was really good and very beautiful.I looked up at Clara; she was still frozen outside the open car door, she looked frightened. Her hands were a bit stretched towards me. She looked completely terrified. "Did you draw this?" I asked, in utter disbelief.She didn't answer, she lunged forward with sudden speed and yanked it right out of my grip before I could even tighten my fingers."You don't have to worry about it," she said with a heavy breath. She scrambled to pick up the rest of her books from the concrete, shoved them into her broken bag, turned quickly, and ran toward the staff entrance with

MAYA'S POVI had just arrived at the kings and was chatting with Becca as she opened the gates when the bushes literally exploded. Jaxson stormed out; he stepped out of the shadows, drenched in sweat, his eyes flashing with pure rage."What the hell do you think you’re doing here?" He pointed his sweaty finger at my face. "I told you to stay away from my house. You're trespassing, and I’m calling security right now."I was too scared to speak and terrified of what he might do. Becca didn't flinch; she stepped slightly in front of me and pulled a laminated document from her jacket pocket. "Mr. King, please lower your voice." She gave him the card. "Maya’s not trespassing. She is our new official bread and pastry supplier. If you look down the street, her father's bakery truck is parked there making a bulk drop-off for the neighbors."Jaxson snatched the paper and scanned it closely, somehow hoping she was wrong."Your parents approved the contract yesterday morning before their trip,"

CLARA'S POVI knew this day would come, but I didn't think it'd be so soon. I wanted to dive across the floor, snatch the paper out of Maya's hands, and rip it into a million tiny pieces, but it was too late.Maya was staring down at the page like she had just uncovered a literal chest of gold hidden under my dusty old rug. The drawing she was holding wasn't just a random scribble. It was a full-length, structured sports clothing collection that I had spent three bus rides working on.I had put a lot of work into it. I designed retro tracksuits, sneakers, sweatshirts, and full team wear. I knew I had created something special; it was my favorite piece yet, and now Maya knew."Clara," Maya whispered with a shaky voice as she looked up from the paper. "You drew this? Tell me you did not draw this.""Give it back, Maya," I begged with panic. I stepped forward, trying to grab the edge of the sheet, but she pulled it out of my reach."No way, not a chance," she snapped. "Why didn't you tel

CLARA'S POVSunday passed in a twinkle, and the next morning the usual Monday craze had begun. I was in my room, tying my school shoes and pulling my heavy backpack over my shoulders. The house was dead quiet, save for the distant sound of the morning wind rattling the windows.Lily's homeschooling made my morning easier. Jaxson still made the poor girl learn even though she was unwell. I got her ready and only had to wait for her tutors to arrive before I left for school.I was in the living room about to grab my jacket off the couch when I heard the sound of Jaxson's engine ignite. I didn't believe it, so I ran out to check, and it was true. Our eyes met; he looked at me with disdain and drove off at speed.I stood there trying to wrap my head around it. He'd barely spoken to me since Sloane's visit yesterday. What could they have discussed? Then I remembered his parents were not around and there was no need for him to be the perfect son. I wore my jacket and headed for the bus.JAX