Semua Bab Private Lessons With The Bad Boy Bully: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Mrs. Dawson sat across from me in the sitting room, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her expression still a little suspicious of me.I'd spent the last ten minutes trying to carefully explain what had actually happened in a way that wouldn’t make things look any worse than they already were."Jace and I had an argument earlier today," I said, keeping my voice steady despite the way my hands shook in my lap. "About... about school stuff. He had different ideas for how we should spend our time together instead of tutoring, and I tried to tell him we couldn’t do that. He didn't take it well."It wasn't entirely a lie. We had argued. Just maybe not exactly like that."So when you knocked on his door," I continued, "we were still upset with each other. I think he said those things because he was angry and he wanted to hurt me. Not because they were true."Mrs. Dawson's expression grew even more suspicious, "That's quite an accusation to make, Lena. That my own son would deliberately lie

I shook my head, stepping back from him even though his hands stayed on my waist.What he was proposing was impossible, just another pipe dream to get my hopes up and fail.I was probably better off using that time to do something that would actually work, put my head down, and be on my best behaviour for Mrs. Dawson. Then I would finish high school, graduate and move to a different state for college where I could start a new life.I couldn’t get involved in any drama or craziness. “No. I can’t do it.” My voice shook with doubt. “It’ll never work…”I tried to turn away, but his grip tightened on me, just firm enough to keep me from leaving.“Wow.” Noah’s laugh was low, “You looked a lot less terrified when you were about to get hit by that truck.”My head snapped up. “What?”“I’m talking about yesterday, after dark. You looked less afraid when that delivery truck almost ran you over on the highway.” His cunning eyes searched mine for a response and then he smirked. “Would dating me

Jace’s POVI found Mom in her office, nursing a glass of wine while being deep in thought.She didn't look up when I walked in; instead, she kept staring at whatever spreadsheet was on her laptop screen like it held the secrets to the fucking universe."Mom, about Lena—""I don't want to hear it, Jace. Please leave, I’m sure you can find a nice football around to throw.”"Just fucking listen for a second…" I stepped closer. "What I said earlier, all that shit about Lena being desperate and clingy, it wasn't true. None of it was true okay?"Her fingers stilled on the keyboard and she stopped typing."It was a misunderstanding. And honestly?" I spat, too furious to stop myself. "It's kind of your fault for barging in like that anyway. I only said it because I panicked."Even as the words left my mouth, I knew they were wrong. I was doing it again; deflecting, blaming someone else, doing anything possible to avoid actually taking responsibility for the fucking nuclear bomb I'd detonated

Chapter Seventy-Three"I think I'm in love with Lena."Marcus fell out of his chair. He crashed to the floor with a loud thud, landing on his ass with his legs sprawled out."Lena?" He stared up at me from the ground, eyes wide. "Lena fucking Hartwell?"Then he started laughing. Full-on, bent-over, can't-breathe laughter, on the top of his voice."Dude, what the fuck?" I glared at him."That girl?" Marcus wheezed between laughs, clutching his stomach. "The tutor? Allison was saying all that shit on the field about how you wanted to get in her pants, but I thought she was just trying to piss you off!""It's not fucking funny.""It's a little funny." Marcus pushed himself up, still grinning like an idiot. "So that's the girl you've been losing your head about? Goddamn, Dawson."Heat crawled up my neck. "Forget it. This is bullshit."I made for the door."Wait, wait!" Marcus jumped up and grabbed my shoulder. "I swear I'll stop laughing. Come on, sit down.""Fuck off.""I'm serious!" He

By 3 PM, the entire school should have been heading to the football field for the last game before spring break.Instead, they were all flooding toward the gym.I could hear them from down the hall: voices rising in excitement, the thunder of footsteps, the buzz of anticipation that only came with drama.And I was the drama.From the pool incident that everyone knew about yet pretended was still a secret, to the confrontation between Allison and Nicole on the field, to Noah kissing me in the parking lot this morning, I'd somehow become the most talked-about person at Westbrook High.The girl who used to be invisible was now gunning for cheerleader.Social media had dubbed it "The Clash of the Titans": Allison Whitmore versus Lena Hartwell, beauty versus the beast, queen versus peasant. The posts had been rolling in all day, and betting pools and memes. Someone had even made popcorn and was selling it to students at the gym entrance.It was the biggest turnout for cheerleading tryouts