Semua Bab More Than a Campus Fling: Bab 1 - Bab 10

AVA.Blackwood Institute Sports Complex.The grass brushed lightly against my sneakers as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, my fingers loosely wrapped around the strap of my bag. The evening air carried a faint chill, but it wasn’t enough to settle the heat simmering under my skin.Four days.Just four days on this campus, and I had already learned more than I ever wanted to.Not everyone smiles at you because they like you.Some smile because they’ve already decided where you belong.And where you don’t.My jaw tightened slightly as I glanced at a group of girls a few feet away. Perfect hair. Perfect clothes. Perfect laughter— too loud, too deliberate. One of them caught my gaze briefly, her eyes dragging over me before she leaned into her friend, whispering something that made the others giggle.I looked away first.Not because I was weak.Because I refused to give them the satisfaction.I exhaled slowly, lifting my chin just a little higher.I might be here on scholar

Everything stopped.The words hung in the air, heavy… unreal.My eyebrows pulled together, confusion flashing across my face. “Pardon?”He looked at me over the rim of his glasses. His expression didn’t change.“You. Are. Pregnant.”Each word landed harder than the last.My lips parted, but nothing came out at first. My brain lagged behind, struggling to catch up.“What?” The word slipped out, barely a whisper. “That… that can’t be true.”My hands pressed against the edge of the bed as I shifted forward, as if getting closer would somehow change what I heard. My mouth stayed slightly open, my breathing shallow.He extended the file toward me.“That’s what the report says.”My fingers trembled as I took it from him. The paper felt too thin. Too fragile for something that heavy.My eyes dropped to the page.Words. Numbers. Medical terms.Then—Positive.My vision blurred.I blinked rapidly, trying to focus again, but the word didn’t disappear. It stayed there, bold, unforgiving.Positiv

TWO WEEKS LATER. AVA.Campus Dorm.I kept telling myself, today is the day. Over and over, like a mantra I didn’t believe but desperately needed to. Two weeks had passed since I made the decision— since I swore to myself I would tell Tony about the pregnancy. Two weeks of rehearsing words in my head, two weeks of imagining his reaction, two weeks of failing to even get the chance of getting close to him to try. He wasn’t the kind of person you could just get access to. He was Tony Blackwood— the heir, the celebrity boy. And me? Just another student, invisible in the crowd. But today felt different. Today, the school was alive with celebration. The 98th anniversary of Blackwood Institute had turned the campus into a carnival of laughter, music, and mingling. For once, the invisible lines of social class seemed blurred. Students from every background walked side by side, smiling, cheering, clapping. It was as if the air itself had been painted with joy. And yet, inside me, there wa

The words slammed into me. My breath caught.“Dad, no!” Tony’s voice cut through, sharper than I’d ever heard. He pushed himself off the couch, disbelief etched across his face.My eyes darted to him. His expression— pure disgust.“Yes,” Vincent replied, folding his arms. “If what she claims is true, we can’t leave her out there as a laughing stock while she potentially could be carrying a Blackwood in her belly.”“She’s lying,” Tony snapped, irritation dripping from his voice. “I told you, we used protection the one time we slept.”“I don’t care,” Vincent replied smoothly. “It’s up to the DNA test now.”Tony groaned, his voice rising. “Ughh… oh my fucking God.” He collapsed back into the couch, resignation etched into his posture. I sat frozen, my heart pounding, my body trembling. My gaze flickered between them.“Are you okay moving in with my son?” Vincent asked, his eyes drilling into me. “Ye-s,” I stammered, the word breaking apart in my throat. “Good. Don’t feel rushed. Wh

TWO WEEKS LATER— LILY'S POV.The Lady Tony Gave his Number to.Lily sat at the corner booth of Q&Z, the hum of campus chatter weaving through the restaurant. Her strawberry smoothie glistened under the soft yellow lights, condensation sliding down the glass as her fingers traced the rim absentmindedly. Megan’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and animated, her pineapple smoothie raised halfway to her lips. “You guys won’t believe who approached me Friday after lectures to ask for my socials,” she said, her face twisting, upper lip curling as though the memory itself was sour. Hailey, chopsticks poised with a piece of sushi, tilted her head, chewing slowly. “Who?” Her brow arched, eyes narrowing with curiosity. “Some fool called Tyler, I believe.” Megan’s eyes rolled dramatically, her fork stabbing into her pizza with exaggerated disdain. Hailey’s expression shifted instantly—eyebrows climbing, lips parting in disbelief. “Tyler? From Law 417?” The disgust etched across her fa