All Chapters of Private Lessons With The Bad Boy Bully: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

"So." Marcus moved to the next section, and I followed, both of us working while we talked. "Jake and that other girl, Nicole, I think… I think they're using her.”I shook my head, that didn’t make sense to me, “They’re just a bunch of juniors Noah adopted. They come round the house at weird ass times of the day, and hang out with Lena to gossip and shit, but they’re basically harmless.”“But that can't be all there istoo it, right?” Marcus snapped his fingers, “ When you really do the math, you’ll see that Lena is their new face against Allison. Kind of like a shield for them to hide behind while she does all the dirty work for them, making me and Allison look bad to avenge Jake and Nicole. And so if anyone takes the fall for it, it’ll be her.”“You can’t do math to save your life, Marcus.”“I’m serious. They’re taking the back seat to all this, so that way when it all goes to shit, they can just act innocent. Because after all, they’re only just friends with her, right? And so Lena’

"When I said Allison was right, I was talking about what she said during lunch. That putting on a few new clothes isn't enough to change you into a whole different person." She paused. "Even Jake said something like that earlier, though I didn't fully understand it then.""I'm sorry," I managed, my voice barely above a whisper."God, stop apologising!" Nicole grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look at her. "Stop moping around and letting everyone, especially Allison fuck you over all the time. Be confident in yourself and in what you deserve!"I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. “You don’t understand what it’s like… How could you?”I laughed bitterly, “ You have never been invisible. You have never spent years being the punching bag, the joke, the ugly fat girl who everyone could point and laugh at just because she wouldn't fight back.”“But…”“Sure Allison may have called you a few names, but you couldn’t possibly know what it’s like to drown. To literally reach rock bottom an

Martin didn't look up from the train he was carefully positioning on the track. Today there were no excited greetings from him. His voice was a flat monotone as he tried very hard not to show any emotion. "Rosie didn't talk to me all day... I don't know what to do."I felt my heart squeeze with sadness for the kid. I knelt beside him, reaching out to give him a gentle pat on the head. His hair was soft under my palm. "That sucks, Martin. I’m really sorry to hear that. Do you want a hug?"He shook his head, still refusing to look at me. "Not really. Not unless it's from her."Oh, Martin."Don't worry," I said softly. "There has to be some way to get you guys to be just friends again. We'll figure it out together later, okay, bud?""Yeah," he said quietly. “I don’t have any school work to do today so I guess you can—"Then he suddenly froze, his nose wrinkling. He finally looked up at me for the first time, his curious eyes going wide. "Did you fall in a dumpster?""What do you mean?"

Noah smiled that charming smile that came so easily to him. "Not as well as you cook, Mrs. Dawson. My compliments to the chef. This beef Wellington is absolutely exquisite, much better than anything I've had at Eleven Madison Park."Jace made a sound that was halfway between a scoff and a laugh, rolling his eyes so hard I was surprised they didn't fall out of his head.I cleared my throat, trying to salvage the conversation. "It was... eventful. First day back from break is always a bit chaotic, you know? Everyone catching up, new semester energy." Food fights, detention, general chaos and all that.After a long stretch of silence, Mrs Dawson asked, “And how about you, Jason? How did your day go? Martin?”"Fine," Jace grunted, stabbing a piece of asparagus with unnecessary violence.Martin said nothing; instead, he sighed heavily, moving his vegetables around his plate in careful patterns.Mrs. Dawson tried again. "Did you get all your reports turned in, Lena? I know you were working

I kissed him and it was like coming home after years of being lost, like finding water after crossing a desert, like every stupid cliché I'd ever rolled my eyes at in bad romance novels, except that this was real and overwhelming and untouchable.His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as though he was afraid I would disappear. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers threading through his still-damp hair. He tasted like the wine from dinner and something sweeter, I couldn’t get enough.This is insane. This is wrong. You know better than to do this so why are you doing it? I don't care. I don't care. I don't care.He kissed me like he'd been starving for it, and every moment we'd spent not doing this had been torture. Deep, punishing, endless angry kisses without end, his tongue swept against mine and I made a sound I'd never made before in my life, desperate and needy and completely beyond my control."Fuck, Lena," he breathed against my mouth, my name sounding like a p