Semua Bab Private Lessons With The Bad Boy Bully: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The music started, a high-energy pop track that pounded through the speakers.I took one deep breath, then launched into my routine.I started with the toe touch first. Arms up, jump, legs extending into a split mid-air. I landed and immediately transitioned into the herkie Noah had drilled into me yesterday, one leg bent, the other straight, arms in a sharp V.The crowd was still loud, jeering, laughing, and recording me with their phones, waiting for me to fail.But as I moved into the tumbling pass, something changed.I started with a cartwheel then did a round-off, then the back handspring I’d practised over and over until my arms shook. I landed it, although not perfectly by any means, because my form was really sloppy, but I landed it anyway.Little by little, the noise began to die down.By the time I hit the midway point of my routine, the gym had gone completely quiet.I could hear my own heavy breathing, the squeak of my sneakers on the mat, and the loud music filling the air

“Jay-Jay, wait!”Allison’s voice grated on my last fucking nerve. I already told her to wait till later and yet she kept fucking following me around.I kept walking, my cleats echoing off the hallway tiles, trying to process what the fuck I’d just done.The plan had been simple. Vote against Lena. Humiliate her in front of the entire school and push her right back into my arms when she realised Noah couldn’t actually protect her from everything and online I could give her what she wanted.Instead, I’d done the exact opposite.I folded faster than a pack of cards when I saw those big doe eyes looking straight in mine. What bastard could ever hurt a girl like that?I had to give her exactly what she wanted, so I did. And for what? Because I couldn’t stand watching Noah play hero so I felt I had to do something too?Because seeing her exhausted and sweating and still refusing to quit despite all those idiots running their mouths and talking shit about her caused an ugly, possessive feelin

Chapter Eighty - Noah's POV"What the fuck did you just say to me?!"I barely saw Jace’s shoved coming, both his hands slamming into my chest with enough force to knock me back a step.I recovered quickly, planting my feet and shoving back just as hard. "You heard me perfectly well the first time."The team exploded around us, cursing and yelling.Marcus grabbed Jace's arm, trying to yank him back. "Dawson, chill the hell out…"Donovan stepped between us, hands up. "Guys, come on, we've got a game in two minutes—"But Jace wasn't listening. His face was red, veins popping in his neck, his eyes wild with rage while he gave me his most vicious death glare. Pathetic."I'm going to fucking destroy you," he snarled, straining against Marcus's grip. "Just you wait, Noah. Just you fucking wait."I couldn't help it, I had to laugh in his face at that, especially knowing it would drive him absolutely insane. He was acting like such a child it was hilarious."Want to guess why I'm wearing a spa

Noah's POV (Part Two)The entire stadium went dead silent in shock.His teammates rushed over in a panic. Coach Ellis was already sprinting onto the field with the medical team running right behind him.I jogged over but stayed back to watch everything play out.Jace was trying to stand, his face white with pain. "I can play. Fuck, I can still—"He tried to put weight on his right leg and collapsed immediately, falling on the grass."Easy, son." The trainer grabbed his arm to steady him. "You're done.""No! No, I can—" Jace struggled against them, but his leg gave out again.From the sideline, I heard someone scream.It was Allison. She was sprinting across the field, her cheerleading skirt flying, long blonde ponytail streaming in the wind behind her. She shoved past the medical team and dropped to her knees beside Jace."Oh my God, are you okay?" Her hands fluttered over him frantically, not knowing where to touch. "Jay Jay, talk to me!""I'm fine." But his voice was weak and shaky.

The Sharks got the ball back, trying to run out the clock and take it to overtime. But our defence, suddenly energized, suddenly believing, stuffed them on three straight plays.On the fourth down, they punted again.“Forty-five seconds,” Jace whispered.“Can you stop counting down? You’re making me nervous.” Nicole snapped, squeezing the life out of my shoulders as she watched the field intensely.“We have the ball on our own forty-yard line. This is it.” Jace said, ignoring her. “Noah takes the snap.. he hits Donovan on a quick out for eight yards… Immediately he spikes the ball to stop the clock…. Thirty seconds left!”He continued, “Another completion… Fifteen yards out of bounds to stop the clock. Twenty seconds, the sharks are on the thirty-yard line! We’re so close!”The crowd was so deafening, I couldn't even hear myself think. My hands were shaking so badly I couldn’t stop it.Noah called the play again and the ball snapped.“Noah’s dropped back. He's looking, looking around