All Chapters of THE PASTOR'S SON'S DIRTY LITTLE SECRECT : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Chapter 167Leon’s thumbs hovered over the keyboard while the last message from Damian still glowed on the screen. The library corner felt smaller than it had ten minutes earlier. Every ordinary sound—the turn of a page, the distant squeak of a cart, the low murmur of the two students packing up—seemed louder against the heat sitting under his skin. He shifted in the chair again, angling his body so the table edge hid more of him, and forced himself to type something that wasn’t another breathless reply to the images Damian kept feeding him.**Leon:** Why are you like this?The three dots appeared, disappeared, then returned.**Damian:** like what**Leon:** This. The messages. I thought you were the school golden boy. Everyone likes you. Teachers, coaches, half the cheer team. You walk around like nothing ever sticks to you. And now you’re sitting somewhere texting me… this.There was a longer pause this time. Leon stared at the screen, pulse still elevated, the chemistry textbook ope

Chapter 169I turned.Damian stood right there, hand still half-raised from where it had landed on my shoulder, that easy grin already starting to form like we were just two guys catching up in the hallway. The same grin he’d been using on the cheerleader in chem. The same one that probably showed up in whatever messages he’d been sending Leon.YhI didn’t think about it.My fist connected with the side of his face before the grin could fully settle.The impact was solid. Damian’s head snapped sideways. He stumbled back a step, hand flying up to his jaw, eyes wide with pure shock.“What the fuck, Aaron?”The hallway noise dipped for a second as a few people nearby turned to look. I didn’t care. The two guys who’d been running their mouths about the bet had gone quiet, watching like they’d just been handed better entertainment than they expected.I stepped in close enough that Damian had to look up at me.“You asked out Leon just to humiliate him?”Damian’s hand stayed on his jaw. The

Chapter 171Leon pushed through the edge of the crowd before the last echoes of the fight had fully died.Students packed the hallway in a rough, shifting circle, phones held high, screens already recording from every angle. The air smelled of sweat, metal, and the sharp copper tang of blood. Someone near the lockers kept repeating “holy shit” under their breath like a broken loop. A junior on the far side shouted for a teacher. Another voice answered that security was already on the way. None of it slowed Leon down. He shoved past a pair of seniors who were still filming, ignored the hands that tried to pull him back, and locked onto the figure slumped against the blue metal lockers.Damian.Blood ran in thick lines from his split lip and nose. One eye was already swelling shut, the skin around it turning dark and tight. His shirt hung twisted and stained red where it had been grabbed and yanked. He sat half-collapsed against the dented locker door, one arm braced on the floor, the o

Chapter 173The crowd thinned in uneven waves once Aaron’s back disappeared through the stairwell door.Phones lowered. Conversations broke into smaller clusters. A couple of juniors still hovered near the dented lockers, replaying the video they had just taken, but most of the students drifted off toward their next classes or the main exit when it became clear the fighting was finished. The two guys who had jumped in earlier managed to get upright and disappear without looking at anyone. The smell of blood and sweat lingered in the hallway air. A teacher finally arrived at the far end, voice raised and asking what had happened, but by then the center of the storm had already moved.Leon kept his hand under Damian’s arm and guided him down the corridor toward the nurse’s office. Damian walked with a noticeable limp in his breathing, one arm still pressed against his ribs, the swelling around his eye worsening with every minute. Blood had dried in dark, cracked lines down his chin and

Chapter 175The knock came again, sharper this time.Leon froze with one hand still on the window frame and one leg already halfway toward the sill. The evening air from outside brushed the side of his face. For a split second he considered ignoring it, swinging the rest of the way out onto the roof slope, and disappearing before whoever stood on the other side of the door could call his name. The thought died as quickly as it formed. The knock had the particular weight of someone who already knew he was inside.He pulled his leg back, eased the window shut as quietly as he could, and crossed the attic floor on careful feet. The dark jeans and black shirt he had just put on suddenly felt like evidence. He stopped at the door, hesitated, then opened it only far enough to stick his face out into the narrow hallway.His mother stood there, the tired lines around her eyes more pronounced than usual. She took in the limited view of him—just his face and the edge of one shoulder—and her exp