《15 Days Babysitting For My Star Quarterback Bully》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

Tyler isn’t here.Not that I consciously look for him. My eyes just won’t stop drifting to the lockers he leans against, to the stairwell where his friends usually gather, to the spaces he fills without trying. Each one comes up empty.It shouldn’t matter.If anything, it should be a relief. I can enjoy a day at school without feeling like my world will come apart any time soon. Yet, his absence lingers.By lunchtime, it’s no longer just me noticing. The entire school now knows that Tyler isn’t here, and I keep getting approached by students asking where he is.I spot Maya at our table, waving me over with a fry in her hand. She looks completely unbothered, which almost convinces me I imagined the shift in her expression.Sitting across from her, I drop my bag with more force than necessary. “If one more person accosts me about Tyler’s whereabouts, I swear…” I trail off. “He’s never absent anyway,” I add, trying to hide the curiosity in my voice to no av

Tyler hasn’t moved in a while.I’ve started counting the soft beeps of the monitor just to keep my mind from spiraling. I curl my fingers loosely around his, unable to let go even though he’s been asleep for almost an hour now.Just as I release a soft sigh, I feel a twitch against my hand that makes my breath catch. I whip my head down, watching as his hand shifts suddenly. His fingers flex weakly against mine, and I straighten in my chair when his brows draw together in slight discomfort.“Tyler,” I whisper in the quiet room.Slowly, his eyes blink open. He squints them, adjusting to the bright lights, before his gaze finally lands on me. There’s a haziness to his expression, like he’s confused I’m here. And I wonder if he remembers everything that he said post-surgery.“Lila,” he mutters groggily, tilting his head slightly.I tug my hand from his, but his fingers latch on tighter. Hiding a smile, I reach for the cup of water by his bedside with my other hand. “Here,” I say, handing

Every time Tyler’s lips graze the back of my hand, my heart skips a beat.He hasn’t let go of my hand since we resumed the drive to his house, and I feel his eyes on me every few seconds, like he’s still confirming I said yes.“You’re staring,” I murmur, keeping my eyes on the road.“I’m not.”“You are.”“I’m appreciating. There’s a difference,” he corrects.I roll my eyes, but I can’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. “Appreciating what?”“You,” he says simply.My heart does that stupid, traitorous flip again. “Focus on not dying, please,” I mutter, nodding toward his arm. “You just got discharged.”“I’m fine.”“You’re always ‘fine,’ and then you end up in a hospital bed.”“Worth it,” he says without missing a beat. Then, he lifts our joined hands slightly. “For this.”My breath catches and I look away quickly, but it’s useless. The warmth has already spread, soft and steady in my chest. “You’re so dramatic,” I mumble.“Yeah

You’d think I’d have gotten used to the stares and whispers by now, but when I walk into the cafeteria holding Tyler’s hand, it’s like stepping onto a spotlighted stage all over again.Tyler, as usual, just doesn’t care. He squeezes my hand gently, leaning slightly closer. “Relax, Garcia,” he murmurs. “You look like you’re about to bolt.”“I might,” I mutter under my breath.“You won’t,” he says easily.I glance at him. “And why is that?”His lips tilt into a small, confident smile. “Because you’re with me.”I roll my eyes, but my grip tightens around his hand anyway.Maya spots us from our usual table first, and her mouth actually falls open.Alex, sitting across from her, follows her gaze, and then chokes on whatever he’s drinking.“Well,” Maya says slowly as we approach the table, “this is… new.”“You okay, man?” Alex asks Tyler, like he’s genuinely concerned.Tyler shrugs, unfazed. “Never better.”“Blink twice if you’re being

Maya and I slide into the backseat, and the moment the car door shuts behind us, she and Alex fall into easy conversation almost immediately.I, on the other hand, keep my hands folded in my lap as I try very hard not to be hyper-aware of Tyler in the front.It’s ridiculous. He showed up, despite not replying my texts since lunch at the cafeteria today. We literally just saw each other, and yet, he hasn’t said another word to me or even glanced at me in the rearview mirror.Maya nudges me lightly with her elbow. “You look like you’re about to take an exam.”“Shut up,” I mutter under my breath.She grins and goes back to talking to Alex.Meanwhile, I stare out the window, watching the streetlights blur past, my reflection faint in the glass. Every now and then, I catch Tyler’s silhouette in the mirrorMy fingers tighten slightly.“…and then she literally said…” Maya’s voice fades in and out as my thoughts spiral.Is he still mad? Or is this ju