All Chapters of Stuck With My Bully Until Graduation: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

_ Harper POV I stared at the text Mum had sent me. 'I'm still in town. We can still meet up if you like. Mom misses you a lot.' The message read. She was in town and didn’t remember to come watch my project at the science fair or ask me about how it went. I threw out a different top, wearing the trousers I had for school earlier, and headed out to meet her. I was halfway down the stairs when a loud noise from the living room caught my attention. My feet slowed, then stopped completely. The voice belonged to Marla. She had been away from the house for a while now and hadn’t been back until today. Why on earth was she so angry already? "You never fail to disappoint me." I heard her snap at no one other than Jace. I moved closer to the living room entrance to find out what was wrong. Jace stood in front of both his parents, and I recognized the familiar test paper crumpled in his hand. Marla’s face was dark with anger, and Thomas sat next to her with his hands on his phone.

_ Harper’s pov cont. Nervously, my hand moved up and wrapped around his neck a little bit. He grabbed it and clutched it tighter. His other hand gripped my waist and pulled me closer. The kiss became breathless in a second, and I struggled to match his vigor. When the kiss broke, his lips held a smirk. “Do I really need to teach you how to breathe in between a kiss?” he said, smirking. I stared, my mouth slightly parted. Gosh, I must look so flustered now. “Jace…” I called his name, pressing my lips. “We… this…” His hand loosened from my waist. “I don’t know. But I don’t want to stop,” he let out, his eyes holding mine gently. What does that mean? My heart pounded against my ears. ~ I walked into the ice rink, my eyes searching through the court. There were other hockey players training, but Jace was not among them. I sighed tiredly and walked around, trying to find him. Someone flung a puck, and it charged toward me. I turned and quickly guarded my face, yelping o

_ Harper’s pov cont. “Here, wear it,” he said. I didn’t take it. “No. I would rather get cold…” I didn’t finish when I sneezed again. “Stop being stubborn,” he scolded. I hesitated, but I took the shirt from him. I made to put it on, but he stopped me. “Are you dumb?” he asked, staring down at my wet clothes. I exhaled and looked up to see the music room ahead. I walked forward into the room, and he followed. I was about to take off my shirt but found him still looking. “Hey,” I called, snapping my fingers in front of his face. “Oh,” he let out and turned reluctantly around. I eyed him suspiciously before pulling the cloth off my body and proceeding to put on his shirt. His strong scent hit me immediately. My eyes flicked to him, still standing with his back turned to me. I let myself get immersed and sniffed the shirt, taking a loud inhale. “Are you… smelling my shirt?” His voice brought me back to my senses. I coughed to hide it. “No. Of course not,” I quickly de

_ Jace POV I woke up with a little throb. After showering, I walked downstairs to find something simple to eat, but then I remembered Harper. I changed my mind immediately, dropping the slice of bread and opening the fridge to see what was inside. Luckily, Mum had stocked the fridge with enough food. I picked up the tomato and the soy sauce. I was about to spread the cheese when I heard the door from outside. I squinted, wondering if Mum or Dad was back. “Hey cousin.” Clive walked in, approaching the table with a wide grin on his face. “What on earth are you doing here?” I asked with a hard frown. The question had not fully left my mouth when Harper appeared from downstairs. She was dressed in a comfortable cotton nightgown that reached just above her knees. My jaw clenched. I turned to see Clive also staring at her. “Clive?” she called like they were friends. He also smiled, moving toward her. I couldn’t stop them. He threw his hands around her, and Harper didn’t bot

_ Harper’s pov Now that he's aware of my history, he will probably see me as some freak whose Mum is a... "What about her mum," Clive suddenly said. I froze and stared up at him, surprised he knew. "She's got power. Being able to make all those men fall for her? That takes real genius," he praised. My expression shifted. No one has ever praised my mum before, not after hearing about her men escapades. Reagan was caught off guard by his response. Her face fell quickly. Her grip trembled a little, and she crossed her arms against her chest instead. "Well, do you also know all the men died on her Mum?" She smirked. "That's why no one wants to be her friend, because they are afraid she would rub her bad luck on them," she finished, smiling victoriously. I looked at her, wishing I could tear her mouth off. Clive smiled again. This time, he moved closer to Reagan. His face leaned against hers. I couldn't hear his words, but he said something to her. Then Reagan's face turned su