All Chapters of PAY TO BREAK ME: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

AARON'S POV "Kyle!!!"I screamed and waved my hand the moment I stepped into the cafeteria. A few heads turned in my direction before quickly losing interest and returning to their conversations.At one of the tables near the middle of the cafeteria, Kyle's head snapped up so fast in a funny way. Beside him, Chloe looked just as surprised.I grinned and walked over.Actually, ever since last night, that smile hadn't left my face. Jay's response was the last thing I'd expected. He had been acting cold and distant lately so I was thinking he would decline the invitation instantly. Though, he hadn't said yes, but he hadn't said no either. He said he’ll consider going with me if he wasn't too busy. For some reason, my brain had decided that was basically a yes.The thought of spending time with Jay outside the club made my heart race every single time it crossed my mind.I reached the table and dropped into an empty seat, opposite Kyle and Chloe.Kyle slowly lowered the sandwich in his

JACK'S POVMy head has been spiraling with several thoughts after I found out my theory had been wrong all this while. If U.X. was really in the same team as mine, then I had been looking at the wrong team all along. While at the coach's voice, I searched the drawers and found the list of the names of people in my team. Ofcourse, no one had a name with the initials, U.X. It seemed the only way I would be able to find out who the fuck U.X. was going to be through Alex.I had a video of him taking drugs. The next time I got my hands on him, he would definitely spit it out.As I turned towards a new hallway, I noticed a gathering at the end of that hallway. Probably someone was being publicly bullied. I discarded the thought when I noticed the balloons and golden decorations. Maybe someone wanted to announce a party.I didn't think too much about it since I wasn't even in the mood for any of that right now. I approached the crowd and made to walk past when someone grabbed my arm.My

AARON'S POVThe cab pulled over outside the club and I quickly handed the driver his money before stepping out onto the street. The familiar neon sign hanging above the entrance immediately caught my attention.For some reason, my chest tightened.My eyes drifted upward toward the glowing letters before the image U.X. had sent me flashed through my mind again.The picture of Jack walking out of this same club.My fingers curled into fists at my sides.What if he was inside right now? What if I walked in and saw him?Worse...What if he saw me?The thought alone made my stomach twist.Jack had framed me once before.One stupid accusation involving drugs had been enough to get my name removed from the scholarship list. Somehow, after weeks of hell, meetings and explanations, I had managed to get my name back on that list.The last thing I needed was another disaster.Especially this one.Because if Jack exposed me for coming to a gay strip club?It was over for me.The scholarship, my p

JACK'S POVThe room felt strangely quiet after Aaron left.For a while, I just stood there staring at the closed door as if he might suddenly walk back in and tell me to go fuck myself.Honestly, I deserved it.I dragged a hand through my hair and exhaled heavily.Fuck.I really shouldn't have spoken to him like that. At the time, all I'd seen was the same thing I always see every single time I crossed paths with Aaron.Someone shoving him around. Someone saying whatever the hell they wanted to him. And Aaron standing there taking it, every single time.I remembered the bruises he'd shown up with that night. The ones he'd casually brushed off as school bullshit. But it was actually from Alex. If I didn't know better, I would have believed him.Aaron always allowed people to bully him anyhow they wanted. He hardly fights back.So when I saw that man with his hands all over his shirt while Aaron stood there looking like a deer trapped in headlights, something inside me had snapped.I th

AARON'S POVWe got to church a little earlier today.My mum liked arriving early enough to greet half the congregation before service started while my dad liked arriving early because, according to him, "the closer you sit to the front, the less likely you are to fall asleep during the sermon."Personally, I would've preferred staying in bed. Unfortunately, nobody in my house cared about my preferences on Sunday mornings.By the time we found our seats, the choir was already warming up near the altar while people continued filing into the building.I just sat there watching everyone. Then, I noticed Mr. Harrison. He sat three rows behind us. His wife sat beside him while his two kids quietly argued over something on a tablet between them.He looked calm, responsible and respectable.I couldn't wrap my head around it.He looked nothing like the man from last night. Nothing like the man with bloodshot eyes and whiskey on his breath who had grabbed my shirt and called my mother a bitch i