Private Lessons With The Bad Boy Bully의 모든 챕터: 챕터 201 - 챕터 210

LENA'S POVJace killed the engine and parked the bike along the massive circular driveway. He obviously knew the way, he’d probably been here a thousand times when they were still together. Allison’s house was as enormous as I remembered it, all glass walls and fancy lighting, absolutely packed with students who by now were spilling out onto the lawn, red cups in hand, music blasting so loud I could feel it in my chest.All I wanted was to find my friends and get out of here before trouble showed up or the police arrived. I definitely didn’t want a repeat of last time.I scanned the crowd desperately, searching for any sign of Nicole or Jake. But I couldn’t spot them anywhere.“Shouldn’t they be outside waiting by now?” I muttered, worry twisting tighter in my stomach.Jace pulled off his helmet, his dark disapproving eyes scanning the front of the house, “I thought so too. Something’s going on here, and I don’t fucking like it.”He pulled his phone out of his pocket, already trying

“Almost there, ladies. Won’t be long now.”The Uber ride back to the Dawsons’ house felt like it stretched on forever. Nicole sat hunched beside me in the back seat, still trembling, every few seconds she would wipe fresh tears off her cheeks and sob while I racked my brain thinking of what to do.The driver had the radio on low, but neither of us was paying any attention to it. The silence between us was thick and uncomfortable until Nicole finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.“Alright… so maybe I shouldn’t have said all that stuff to Jace earlier,” she muttered, staring out the window. “I was just scared so I lashed out. Seeing Jake like that… it really messed me up.”I sighed deeply, rubbing my tired eyes. “He was only trying to help, Nicole. I get that you’re angry and scared right now. I am too. But it would be really helpful if you could just… be a little more tolerant of him. At least for tonight. He literally carried Jake out when no one else would lift a finger.”

Noah’s eyes went wide with genuine-looking shock. “What? No! Lena, how could you even think that? That’s insane!”I stepped back even more toward the door, terror crawling up my spine like ice. “I know. But I don’t know what to think anymore, Noah, and I know how jealous you can get. And the things you’ve been saying are weird as—"“I would never do something like that!” His voice rose, desperate and edged with anger. “Come on! Think about it. How could I? I was trying to protect them. I went there for you. Everything I do is for you.”“I don’t really trust you right now,” I said quietly, my back almost against the door, I reached behind me for the door handle. “I can’t take your word anymore. I don’t know how many lies you’ve told me or how long you’ve been lying for—"“What are you going on about? Stop that.” He took another step closer, his expression growing stern. “Of course you trust me. You’ve always trusted me. I’m the one who’s been here for you through everything.”“I'm sorr

“No, no, of course not!” Nicole backtracked quickly. “But… you have to admit—even though punching the door was a horrible thing to do—he did kind of have a right to be mad if you basically accused him of trying to kill our friend. That’s a pretty heavy accusation, Lena. Some people don’t take that kind of thing very well.” I sighed deeply, “That’s it. I’m hanging up on you now.”“Wait! Wait, Lena, please. I’m sorry. It just makes no sense for you to be so suspicious of someone who’s done literally everything for you.”“But that doesn’t give him the right to…” But Nicole didn’t want to hear it; instead, she cut me off, “I’m trying to be as supportive as possible here, but you’re making it really hard for me. You’ve been through a lot, I get it, but Noah? Come on.”“I can’t believe this,” I whispered, hurt burning deep in my chest at her words. “I trusted you. I thought you would be on my side no matter what. After everything we’ve been through together—”“Just apologize to Noah and—

LENA’S POV“So this spoiled brat bully Allison harassed your friend Naomi?” Mom asked, carefully separating another section of hair while staring at the mirror.Mom and I sat side by side on our worn couch, our legs tucked under us, while we shared one giant bag of Skittles.Some terrible reality show about house flipping played muted on the TV in the background, but neither of us was paying any attention to the drama on screen. Her fingers moved slowly and gently through my hair as she braided it, the familiar rhythm pulling me back to simpler times.“Nicole,” I corrected softly, popping a red Skittle into my mouth.“Right, Nicole. Sorry, honey.” She chuckled quietly. “Allison makes herself head of the media team just to hurt Nicole, because she obviously wasn’t raised right, and then Nicole retaliates by pranking her with mustard?”I sighed, leaning back into her hands. “Hot sauce, Mom. Anyway… I’m really sorry for making you miss work today. I know we probably can’t afford it. I f