All Chapters of Stuck With My Bully Until Graduation: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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He is too dumb

_ Harper's POV I turned away from the kitchen and picked up the new phone Klaus got me on our way back to Phoenix. I had no lie about what happened to cause the screen to crack so badly, and Mom didn't doubt my excuse. The phone buzzed against my palm, and I saw that Jace had responded, but with a middle finger. I exhaled, shaking my head at his childish behavior before locking my phone and slipping it back into my pocket. "Harper, can you grab the spoons for me?" Klaus called out from the kitchen before turning to Mom. "Lisa, dinner is ready." Mom stood up from the living room where she had been lying down and took a seat next to Klaus. I finished arranging the spoons and also sat down. "So, how are things with the Carters?" Mom asked. I swallowed my bite. "Everything is okay." She nodded, still staring at me. "Is Marla also treating you well?" "Very well. She is so kind," I said. "Right. I forgot to send Marla your upkeep for next week because of the accident. I shoul

A good thing for me

_ Harper's POV I made my way toward the Carter's estate, tightening my grip on my backpack. The moment I unlocked the front door, something hit me square in the face. A strange mixture of stale beer, pizza, perfume, and something burnt. My nose wrinkled. "What on earth?" I pushed the door open completely and froze. The house looked like it had survived a small war. Red plastic cups littered the floor from one end to the other, and pizza boxes were stacked on the coffee table like tiny towers, some still half-open with slices left inside. Empty bottles rolled lazily across the hardwood, with a shattered vase lying in pieces near the hallway. I slowly shut the front door behind me and walked carefully so I wouldn't get hurt. Then I stared in dismay at the jacket hanging from the chandelier and the sneakers resting on top of the television. "You have got to be kidding me." I wanted to believe I had somehow entered the wrong house, but it was definitely the Carter residence.

Something happened

_ Harper's POV Without another thought, I grabbed his wrist. "Come on." He stumbled after me obediently. Somehow, I managed to squeeze both of us into the tiny space just as footsteps echoed farther into the house. The space was barely big enough for one person, let alone two. My back pressed against the wall. Jace stood directly in front of me, swaying slightly. His arm remained draped across my shoulders while his forehead slowly rested against the side of my head. His warm breath brushed against my neck. My heartbeat instantly became uneven, and I immediately regretted helping him. "Jace," I whispered. "Stand straight." He didn't answer. His head lolled slightly and rested on my shoulder, his warmth radiating through the fabric of my top. Mr. Carter's footsteps became closer, and I held my breath, praying he would go to his room and not come this way. Jace shifted against me, his bare chest pressed against mine, and mumbled something incoherent. "Shh." I quickly pre

That couldn't be right

_ Jace’s POV cont. The shrill blast of the coach’s whistle echoed across the empty rink. “Jason.” Coach Daniel caught me by my locker before first period. “My office.” I frowned. “What did I do now?” He said nothing and simply turned toward the staff room. I followed him in, bracing myself. The familiar smell of polished wood and ice lingered in the air. The walls were lined with framed photographs of past championships. Most of them had me in them. Coach shut the office door behind us before sitting down. “I spoke with Coach Lawson yesterday.” I stiffened and slowly placed my hands behind my back. “So?” “He told me you are taking some time away from the national team to focus on your studies,” he answered. I shoved my hands into my pockets with a silent sigh. “It’s temporary,” I replied. “I know.” Silence settled between us. Coach leaned back in his chair. “The school’s regional championship starts next week, and our captain isn’t good enough.” My eyes narrowed

Something she'd do

_ Harper’s POV I stared after Austin's retreating figure with a small frown, not sure what had just freaked him out. Quinn dropped into the seat across from me with her lunch tray. "Who was that boy sitting with you just now?" she asked, practically vibrating with curiosity. I blinked out of my thoughts. "Austin." Her fork stopped halfway to her mouth. "Austin Hayes?" I nodded. "The Austin Hayes?" "There is only one Austin Hayes in this school," I said. Her mouth slowly fell open. "Since when are you two friends?" "We're not," I shrugged. "We're classmates who compete with each other here and there," I explained. Or maybe we are friends. Quinn narrowed her eyes suspiciously, then her expression suddenly turned serious. She glanced around the cafeteria before leaning across the table. "Okay, well, forget Austin for a second," she lowered her voice. "There is something more important." I immediately frowned, knowing with Quinn, nothing is as important as school gossi

Served him right

_ Reagan’s POV I watched Harper get dragged off by her pathetic little friend, soaked and humiliated, and couldn’t be any more pleased. It was just perfect. Whoever told him about Declan and me doesn’t matter. Someone like Harper is just perfect for a scapegoat. Now that I have turned everyone against her, even if she tells anyone what I said the few days in the music room, no one would believe her. And it seemed Jace doesn’t hate me that much, seeing that he actually helped me to verify. As long as I play my game right, I would soon be with him again as his girlfriend, and that would launch me easily into my career as a model. “Did that nerd really write a love letter about me?” Declan asked, appearing behind me. I hid the letter in my hands back in my locker and smiled at him. “Hmm,” I answered, walking away before he asked any other questions. Knowing how stupid and perverted Declan is, he would surely try to get into Harper’s pants, and that would get him off my back for

Going to be so fun

_ Harper’s pov cont. It was three months after I had transferred here. I had long heard about him but never saw him in class once. He was away most times competing at the national level. I was on my way from the cafeteria that afternoon when he suddenly wrapped his jacket around my waist and told me to return it later. I was surprised but understood almost immediately and hurried to the restroom to get myself cleaned up. For days after that, I found myself searching for him, and when I finally saw him again, I fell in love with him immediately. But he suddenly asked Reagan out the same day, and I couldn’t say anything to him. Back then, Reagan and I were on talking terms. I had written the letter that same week when I realized I really liked him and just wanted to pour out my feelings. But Reagan had found it in my locker and seized it from me with a warning to stay away. A dull ache spread through my temples as I recollected the greatest mistake of my life and rubbed my for

Different and beautiful

_ Harper’s pov cont. Everyone suddenly started moving in the direction of the rink, and a text appeared on Quinn’s phone. She grabbed my hand and dragged me there, insisting we couldn’t possibly miss this. Students poured into the school’s ice arena from every direction, talking over one another excitedly as they rushed to find seats. Everyone was buzzing with the same question, wanting to know if Declan would actually hand over the captain spot without a fight. He didn’t. “I earned this fair and square,” Declan snapped, skating up to Jace the second he stepped onto the ice, loud enough for the whole rink to hear. “You don’t just get to walk back in and take it.” Jace let out a short laugh, cold and unimpressed. “Earned it because I wasn’t here. That’s not the same thing.” Coach Daniel blew his whistle, stopping them from arguing any further. “Everyone over here.” The players gathered around him. He folded his hands behind his back. “As most of you already know, Jason Car

What's the point?

_ Jace’s pov cont. "So," I said before I could stop myself. "The makeup actually looks nice." I nodded. Her gaze narrowed at me, then she rolled her eyes so hard I thought they'd disappear into her skull. "Keep your sarcasm to yourself." She walked right past me without another glance. I frowned. Sarcasm? Mom ended her call and sighed. "Your father will meet us at the venue," she informed us. "We're already running late." She unlocked the car. Harper climbed into the back seat beside Mom while I settled into the passenger seat. The drive began in silence. I rested my elbow against the window, staring outside for a while before my eyes drifted toward the rear-view mirror. Harper was looking out her own window. The evening lights danced across her face. She really cleaned up well for tonight’s party. Had no idea this would be her thing. I stared longer, trying to figure out how she managed to get her hair done that way. She turned my way, and our eyes met through th

Begin apologizing

_ Harper's POV "Jace is not like that." The words slipped out before I even realized I was speaking. Silence immediately fell over the ballroom. Every pair of eyes turned toward me. Including Jace's. His red-rimmed eyes widened ever so slightly, disbelief flashing across his face. I wasn't even sure why I had spoken. Maybe it was because I was so taken aback by Marla’s outburst or because I was sure the accusation was false. And for some reason... I couldn't just stand there and watch everyone condemn him without saying anything. Ignoring the dozens of curious stares fixed on me, I slowly stepped forward until I stood beside Jace and Marla. My heart pounded loudly inside my chest. I glanced briefly at Jace. His expression remained frozen, almost as though he couldn't believe I was standing there. I looked away before our eyes could meet for too long. Then I faced Marla again. "He isn't someone who would do something like that," I repeated quietly. The girl who accused

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