All Chapters of Private Lessons With The Bad Boy Bully: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

JaceMy mother was waiting expectantly for me to start explaining, her hands clasped together in front of her, her expression now somewhere between tipsy amusement and genuine concern that something seemed off.The old man, who was still here eavesdropping for whatever fucking reason, was watching too, though he didn't look pleased about it. His face had that tight, controlled look I was already learning to recognize, with his jaw clenched and his shark eyes pinned straight on me, with one hand gripping his wine glass as if he wanted to crush it.It was already mortifying enough that I had to grovel and ask my parents to help protect the girl I loved. Ego-bruising, actually, would be a better word, but that’s how it felt to basically admit to them that despite how I acted, I couldn't handle my own shit. So even now that I'd finally gained their attention, even with my mom looking at me with soft, encouraging eyes, I found myself hesitating to talk. Stalling. Because I was also wor

I blinked, sure I'd misheard. "What?""He told me about it a few days ago." Nicole's voice was clearly taking an effort to control herself and her voice, but I could hear the pain underneath.“She's a freshman, I think. Some preppy Barbie dream girl type with perfect hair and perfect teeth and a perfect life. I heard she just joined the cheer team not too long ago." She let out a bitter laugh. "Apparently Jake and her met on the field after one of his games. He'd just helped score the winning touchdown, and she was there in the stands, cheering the loudest, jumping up and down like an idiot. And it was..." She swallowed hard. "It was fate, I guess. Love at first sight or whatever bullshit people believe in."Nicole looked utterly defeated, her shoulders slumped, her eyes glistening with tears she was too stubborn and too proud to let fall.I was stunned into silence for a moment, my heart breaking for her. "What's her name?" I finally asked quietly.Nicole shrugged, staring straight

"There's absolutely no way I'm breaking into the Hargrave mansion to do whatever insane shit you just described," I said firmly. "That's not happening, not even in a million years. Find another accomplice for your suicide mission."Marcus looked genuinely disappointed, his shoulders sagging. "Well, hell. I really didn't want to do this by myself, but I guess I have to." He put the rock back down with a muttered curse. "It would've been nice to have had my best friend with me, though, the one who claims to have forgiven me and forgotten all that past stuff. You know, for moral support and backup. But fine.""Are you seriously trying to guilt-trip me right now?" I asked, staring at the big idiot. "Because it's not going to work. You shouldn't be doing any of that stupid shit in the first place.”“ Jesus Christ, man, I know I asked you this before, but are you under some kind of spell? Did Allison put a hex on you or something? Because this shit you’re doing isn’t fucking normal!"Marcu

There was a long, heavy silence. Then the sound of a drink being poured into a wine glass."You stayed within the budget I gave you, I hope?" Allison asked, her voice lighter now."Yes," Mr. Reeves said dully. "Two thousand dollars, just like you specified. I got a receipt and everything for your records.""A receipt?" Allison laughed. "You don’t do anything half-assed, do you? Put it on my vanity over there, next to my jewelry box.""Can I please just—""You know, I'm actually impressed," Allison continued, ignoring his attempt to leave. "You were able to find a professional forger on such short notice. Makes me wonder what else you're capable of. What other talents you might be hiding." The sexual innuendo was painfully obvious.The video suddenly came on, the picture cleared up, and we could see them now. Allison was straddling Mr. Reeves on what looked like her bed, her hands on his shoulders. Mr. Reeves, who was usually so handsome and calm and collected in class, now looked ab

My brother's entire face turned bright red, a deep blush spreading from his cheeks all the way to the tips of his ears and down his neck. "It's... it's Rosie's birthday tomorrow," he mumbled, so quietly I had to lean in to hear him properly. "I was thinking maybe Lena would help me pick out a nice gift and help me wrap it up properly. I think she’s really good at fixing stuff and making them look nice. I'm not very good at it. Last time I tried, the paper ripped, and the tape got all stuck together."I caught a glimpse of shiny red wrapping paper peeking out from behind his back, and I couldn't help but laugh. "Good for you, ladies' man," I said, grinning genuinely for the first time all day. "Look at you, buying birthday presents for girls. You're growing up.”“Gross,” Martin whined, scrunching up his nose and dodging out of my hands as I reached for his gift again.“You sure you don't need my help with that wrapping situation instead of waiting for Lena? I'm actually pretty decent