The QB’s Nerdy Addiction のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

"I swear to God, if I see that prick again, I’m going to zip-tie his ankles to the bumper of my car and drag him through the campus gravel,” says my best friend, pacing the length of our dorm room like a caged panther. "No–better yet, I’ll hire a black-market surgeon to perform an unsanctioned vasectomy on him while he sleeps. See how much he likes ghosting people then!"I sit huddled on the edge of my mattress, clasping my hands tightly in my lap, watching Jade wear a groove into the carpet. She’s been at this non-stop for the past five minutes–ever since I finally cracked and confessed how Trey acted so weird yesterday when he dropped me off at the Me N U Diner, and how I haven't heard a peep from him since.Looking at the murderous glint in Jade’s eyes right now, I genuinely think she’d go hunt him down this very second if she could. The only problem? Nobody knows where the giant lives seeing as he doesn’t stay in the dorms.So Jade is forced to settle for pacing our room, spewing

Yesterday, when Trey nonchalantly dropped the name The Vault during his performance with Coach Max, I hadn’t paid it any mind. My brain was far too occupied scrambling to recover from the Grade-A psychological warfare he was unleashing to put Shawn in a tight spot. I certainly hadn’t realized when I scrolled through the VSU blog page–when Jade had asked me to–that it was the same fight club. And not only that, it’s currently one of the highest trending topics on the blog. Right alongside that lovely video Shawn and Cherry released. No, I haven’t opened the blog again to check if it’s still trending. I don’t have the stomach to withstand watching such a nightmare twice. Besides, if I’d checked and found out my humiliation was indeed sitting comfortably at number one, I know for a fact I wouldn't have had the balls to show up here tonight. And by "here," I mean the infamous, shadowy depths of The Vault. Let me tell you, it is not a pleasant place to be for someone like me. Yes, I

TREYWhat the fuck would you do?Seriously. What the fuck would you do if you had to drag yourself onto a last-minute flight back home because your sperm donor of a father decided to blow up your phone?I ignored it at first. After all, I was in somewhat of a good mood, and I wasn’t about to ruin it by listening to his voice.So what did the bastard do? He used the one thing he knows gets to me. The only thing. He leveraged it like the cold, calculating parasite he is, knowing that no matter how dead my heart is supposed to be, mentioning that topic forces my pulse to jump every single fucking time.I was forced onto a red-eye straight to LA. I had to bow my head, grit my teeth, and submit to his demands once again–demands that were infinitely worse than anything he’s ever thrown at me before.By the time I made it to the back corridors of The Vault late the next night, I was carrying enough rage to burn down a city.I thought, Fine. At least I have a fight scheduled tonight. I though

SKYLAR What the flip is actually wrong with me? That is the only thought screaming through my head as Trey’s fingers dig into the back of my neck, fanning his hot breath across my lips. Why in the world do his words make my core tighten so violently? Why do my ladybits clench so hard at a threat that should have me running for the nearest exit? I shouldn't be remotely affected by whatever twisted, possessive nonsense is coming out of Trey’s mouth right now. Heck, I don't even like Ryder! He is unhinged, unpredictable, and literally just licked a tear straight off my cheek in the creepiest way possible. But when Ryder casually muttered that his family wouldn't care if his tongue was removed... it cut me the flip open. For a second, I completely forgot about the contract clause he’d altered to Cherry and Shawn’s advantage. I forgot how much trouble he’d caused me. All I could see was a lonely, neglected boy whose messed-up childhood turned him into an adrenaline-addicted psyc

TREYI sit back on the dark leather couch a few feet from my bed, legs crossed, phone resting in my palm as I stare into the lit screen.What am I watching?My naughty little mouse.The second the word ‘Run’ left my mouth earlier, Skylar bolted out of my room like her clothes were on fire. And Ryder? That psychotic fucker didn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second–he scrambled up off the floor and took off right after her, bleeding tongue and all.Me? I took my time. I casually walked over to the sofa, sat down, and pulled up The Vault’s security feed.Why? Because real monsters don't desperately chase what already belongs to them. At the end of the day, I’m going to win. Always.Not just because I have a full, unobstructed view of every camera covering this pit... but because whether Skylar Jamie Thompson likes it or not, her soul is already bound to mine. She belongs to me.When her soft lips pressed against Ryder's bloody mouth earlier, I'm not going to lie–I was fucking pisse