All Chapters of Private Lessons With The Bad Boy Bully: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Chapter Sixty Nine

An hour later, I stood in the guest room I’d stayed in so many times, staring blankly at my half-packed duffel bag.My hands were still shaking. My face felt raw from crying. Every time I thought I’d gotten control of myself, another wave would hit and I’d have to bite down hard on my fist to keep from sobbing out loud.I grabbed my phone charger from the nightstand and shoved it into the bag with more force than necessary while Noah watched me from the doorway with a frustrated expression.This was it. This was how it ended.With me being thrown out like trash because Jace Dawson couldn’t tell the truth to save his life, or mine.I zipped the bag closed with trembling fingers, then reached for my coat hanging on the back of the chair.“Lena?”I spun around.Martin stood in the doorway, his head tilted to one side in confusion. His favourite train-themed backpack was still slung over one shoulder.“Hey, Martin.” I wiped at my face quickly, trying to compose myself. “What’s up, bud?”“

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Chapter Seventy

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

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Chapter Seventy One

I wasn’t wearing workout clothes exactly, but I guessed my tatty jeans and t-shirt would have to do.Noah followed, positioning himself close behind me."Arms up," he instructed. So I raised my arms.His hands came to my waist, his touch warm through the thin fabric of my shirt. "We're going to stretch first, that should loosen you up."He guided me through a series of stretches, first reaching for my toes, then side bends, then arm extensions. His hands stayed around my waist, my shoulders, and my hips, professionally adjusting my position each time I fumbled or got something wrong.But there was nothing professional about the way my skin heated under his touch.I knew he played sports, but I didn’t know just how well he played, especially if he was so good he could train someone else with such skill.Had he done this before? If he had done this before, then with whom? I wondered. Yet another unanswered question in the many mysteries of Noah Dawson."Focus, you’re thinking too much

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Chapter Seventy Two

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

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Chapter Seventy Three

I held my breath, his lips on mine so soft and gentle at first it was hardly a kiss at all. Heat bloomed in my chest, spreading outward until my fingers tingled with it. I leaned into him without thinking, and his other arm came around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer against him.The kiss deepened slowly and naturally as he let me, a total novice at kissing, figure it out with him. His lips parted and I followed his lead, my hands finding their way to his shoulders. The muscle beneath his shirt was firm under my palms, and when I gripped tighter, he made a dark satisfied sound in the back of his throat that sent shivers down my spine.Noah’s hand slid from my hair down to my jaw, tilting my head slightly so he could kiss me more thoroughly.His tongue swept along my lower lip, licking once then twice, and when I opened for him, the gentle kiss turned into something darker and hungrier.I could find no words, I could barely even think, all I could feel was him, his hands traili

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Chapter Seventy Four

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 to throw around somewhere.”"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 d

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Chapter Seventy Five

Chapter Seventy-ThreeMarcus lived in a nice neighbourhood, the sort of place that made you feel warm just by looking at it. Definitely not as fancy as mine, but solid upper-middle-class. Big, fenced-off houses with actual families inside them, where people knew their neighbours and had block parties.Every window glowed yellow against the dark street, and even from the driveway, I could hear the chaos going on inside: little kids arguing over the remote, someone butchering a violin solo upstairs, and a baby crying.Marcus had four younger siblings still at home and two older brothers in college. His house was always chaotic, but after a while, you got used to it.It was definitely a step up from the frequent dead silence of my house. Dad gets a big promotion and decides being home is less important than being important… it is what it fucking is.I rang the doorbell and Mrs. Rodriguez answered with a baby strapped to her back and flour dusting her apron.Her face lit up when she saw

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Chapter Seventy Six

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

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Chapter Seventy Seven

Chapter Seventy-Four"Are you sure about this?"I was sitting in Noah's car; his Rolls Royce that had just been flown in yesterday, all sleek black exterior and red leather interior that probably cost more an insane amount of money, staring at my reflection in the visor mirror.The dress I'd chosen was the prettiest thing I owned. A blue fit-and-flare with tiny sparkles woven into the fabric that caught the light and shimmered when I moved. I found it in my mom’s closet two years ago and begged her to let me have it, and she did, so I decided to save it for a special day. And it didn’t get any more special than this. It was casual enough for school but elegant enough to feel like a fresh start. A new beginning. Lena 2.0.I loved it, I thought it was beautiful.But sitting here, about to walk into school on Noah Dawson's arm, I felt my courage wavering.Noah turned to look at me, and God, he looked good. He was wearing a blue button-down that matched my dress almost perfectly, aviat

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Chapter Seventy Eight

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

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