All Chapters of Private Lessons With The Bad Boy Bully: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Both of us stopped.He stepped forward and took the bag from floor where Alison had dropped it, tucking it under his arm decisively."That is enough. From both of you." He looked at Alison, then at me, shaking his head with disapproval. “I break up fights between students every day in this school but this is one of the worst I’ve ever seen.”"I'm going to look into this myself! If this is truly Jace’s bag, as Allison says it is, then I will return it back to him personally. But in the meantime, both of you need to go home. Right now."I was a little confused so I whispered, "I-I thought the bell rang for class?""School closed early today." He was already steering Allison toward the door.“Were playing a game this evening, so they let everyone out at midday. Which means neither of you should even be in this building at all.""But I was just trying to help," Alison wailed, putting on her best Oscar worthy performance. I was the one who got slapped but she was crying harder than me! Ru

Allison's foot slammed against the turf with enough force to make several people flinch."I'm not doing it!" Her voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd, causing everyone to gasp. "Fuck you, Jace! You're just as bad as I am!"Jace opened his mouth to respond, but she wasn't finished."Why should I be the only one to apologise when you..." She whipped around, pointing at the growing circle of students surrounding them. "When all of you sat back and watched? Huh?"The words hit harder than Jace expected. He felt his jaw clench, felt something uncomfortable twist in his gut because she was right.He hated to admit it, but she had a fucking point.Before Lena had become... whatever she was to him now, he'd been just as much of an asshole.Maybe worse.Because at least Allison was consistent in her cruelty. Jace's name held weight in that school, especially with Alison. He had been in the perfect position to help, to say something, to do literally anything, and he'd chosen not to.He'd

"Lena!"A small voice came from the doorway, bright and excited, completely shattering the heavy moment between mother and daughter.Both of them turned to see Martin standing in the entrance to the cleaning supply closet, his face lit up with a smile that seemed wider than usual. He was practically bouncing on his toes."There you are!" He stepped into the small space, his eyes fixed on Lena as though she was the most important person in the world.Mom quickly wiped her eyes, tucking her phone back into her pocket. The 911 screen disappeared and the moment was broken.Martin noticed Mom and immediately straightened up, his voice taking on that careful, formal tone he often used when he was trying to be polite. "Good evening, ma'am.""Good evening, Martin," Mom said softly, managing a smile despite the tears still clinging to her lashes."Sorry if I'm interrupting," Martin continued, glancing between them with concern. "But I've been looking everywhere for her." His eyes landed back

Jace sat in the back seat of his mother's BMW like an angry Uber passenger, arms crossed, glaring at the back of Noah's head.Noah had claimed shotgun, naturally sitting next to his mother in front.And now he was chatting away like they were old friends catching up over brunch."...and the hospital coordinator said I had the most volunteer hours of any student in the program,""That's wonderful, Noah." Jace's mom's voice was full of real softness and affection. "Your mother would be so proud of you."There was a brief pause as Noah's voice softened. "Yeah. I think she would be.""How long has it been now? Five years?""Six in February." Noah looked out the window. "Cancer's a bitch. Sorry... I mean, cancer's terrible.""No, you're right. It is a bitch." His mom reached over and squeezed his shoulder briefly before returning her hand to the wheel."Your father told me how hard you worked to keep your grades up even while she was sick. That takes real strength of character.""I had to.

What was I thinking?The question looped through my mind as Noah's hand closed around mine, warm and confident, leading me toward the stairs.I'd just invited a complete stranger, a stranger Jace clearly despised, to share my room for the night.A stranger who'd been in this house for all of twenty minutes and had already managed to charm everyone from Mrs. Dawson to shy, particular Martin.It made me remember something my dad said, that a person who had no enemies couldn’t be trusted.Behind us, I could practically feel Jace's glare burning holes in the back of my head."You’re not going anywhere with her," Jace's voice cut through the air, sharp and hostile. "Cut that shit out."Noah didn't even turn around. He just called back over his shoulder, his voice smooth as silk, "Funny how your guest has better manners than you do, cousin. Maybe you should take notes."My eyes widened. Nobody talked to Jace like that. Absolutely nobody.But Noah just kept walking, his thumb brushing casual