All Chapters of Private Lessons With The Bad Boy Bully: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

LENA'S POVThat evening, I climbed the stairs slowly, dragging my feet as exhaustion weighed down every step that I took. Between all that time during spring break spent dieting, and working out, and cheer training, and tutoring, and about a million other things, I never got around to finishing those reports.If I wanted to turn them in on Monday, then I would have to fix them as soon as possible, both the one I'd missed completely, and the ones I'd failed. I didn’t have a single second left to spare, even though the thought of staying up late to work on them made me want to cry.As I approached the landing, I heard Noah's voice coming from inside his room. He was speaking in a low tone, carefully explaining something to someone on the other end."I have everything under control."I paused, my hand freezing on the bannister. Something in his voice made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Unable to resist my curiosity, I hung back to listen."This shouldn't take long. Another

LENA'S POVSunday morning arrived with one singular mission: to catch up on every piece of schoolwork that I'd been neglecting while my life fell apart around me.After I’d made up with Noah and he’d showered me with enough apologies to fill up a book, he finally let me go around 5am. “I have to go out to handle a few things, so you probably won’t find me around the house today. But I’ll be back in time for school on Monday. Is that okay, sweetheart?” He’d asked.“Of course,” I whispered in the darkness, settling comfortably into his arms while we cuddled on his bed, blinking lazily, “Take your time. I’ll be here.”“I’m really sorry about yesterday. I was such an asshole to you. Can you forgive me?” He’d asked softly. “Please forget that ever happened, okay?”“Forget whatever happened?” I asked, humouring him.“That’s my girl.” He responded, softly ruffling my hair. “Thank you.”A little while after saying that, I left his room and went over to my own.Though in truth it wasn’t easy

I climbed into bed, my body exhausted but my mind still racing. I couldn't stop thinking about him.He was so different now from how he’d used to be, spitting fire at me and being a total jerk. Now he was, I don’t know, an actual human being? Was the big, bad Jace still hidden under there somewhere, waiting to be let out or would I have to get used to this unexpectedly nice version?I remembered very clearly the last time we were together in my room, he had pinned me to the wall to growl his three commandments at me, scaring me half to death.Two of which he had already broken himself; first by talking to me outside the house, like when he kissed the breath out of me at school in the old media room, and then by inviting me into his room for our lesson instead of just using the study.How come he bared his teeth at basically everyone except for his little brother, and now me?What changed?I fell backwards, my arms spread out, doing a trust fall on my bed. “I don’t like having this ma

JACE'S POVThe Harley's engine rumbled between my thighs as I pulled into the Westbrook parking lot, the vintage bike purring like a goddamn predator.It wasn't my first choice, nothing could ever replace the Bentley, but it was all I had right now. My father had made damn sure of that.But at least it looked cool as hell, especially driving into a crowd as big as this one on the first day of school after the break.Heads turned as I rolled in. Nothing new, because they always did, but damn did it feel good to be back.A group of sophomore girls stopped mid-conversation just to stare, their mouths practically hanging open.I cut the engine and pulled off my helmet, adjusting the collar on my leather jacket and running a hand through my hair as the whispers started immediately."Oh my God, is that Jace Dawson? He looks so hot on that motorcycle,” one said, her eyes going big with adoration.The other one sighed, “Biker boys are just so sexy, it’s literally unfair. Do you think he’ll giv

LENA'S POV"Oh my God, did you see her face when you walked past her?" Nicole was practically bouncing as we made our way through the entrance, her voice pitched high with glee. "I thought she was going to explode!"“She looked like she was going to have a stroke or something. I was almost worried for her.” Jace laughed.Noah adjusted his sunglasses, pushing them up into his hair with casual elegance. "Well, getting mud all over her was a happy accident. I guess I drove a little too fast." He shrugged, completely unapologetic. "But I mean, I don't feel bad for her and to be honest, I don’t think anyone does either.”Nicole laughed, “ I mean it’s just a little mud, she’ll be fine. What's a little dry cleaning?"The hallways of Westbrook stretched out in front of us, familiar but somehow different.Students lined the corridors as if we were walking a red carpet, their phones out, their whispers creating a constant buzz that made my skin prickle with anxiety.Some of them stared openly,