All Chapters of My Best Friend's Dad Yearns For Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Caleb's POV"Did he hurt you?"She went completely still.For a moment, I wasn't sure she had even heard me over Emily's voice.Then her gaze dropped to my hand.I followed it. My hand was still resting lightly against her knee.I frowned.When had that happened?I pulled it away immediately and settled it on my thigh. Control. I had lost it for exactly one second.One second too long."No," Rosalie finally answered.Her voice was quiet. "I'm fine."She wasn't. I could see the faint red mark around her wrist from where the bastard had grabbed her.My jaw tightened.She's hurt. It's barely a mark. She is hurt.I stared out the window. It's none of your business.A low growl rumbled somewhere deep inside me. I clenched my teeth. That voice had become increasingly difficult to ignore since she walked into my life.Or perhaps since I walked into hers.Either way, it needed to stop."Are you sure?" I asked.Rosalie glanced at me. For a fraction of a second, something vulnerable flickered a

Rosalie's POVI barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same words.ACADEMIC MISCONDUCT REVIEW.They kept replaying in my head like some cruel joke. Rosalie Smith.The girl who had spent the last two years maintaining one of the highest CGPAs in the department. The girl who had worked until two in the morning on assignments while everyone else was out partying.The girl who had nearly cried when she won the overall academic genius award because it was one of the few things that made me feel like all my sacrifices had actually meant something.Now, I was being accused of cheating by sleeping with a lecturer for academic advantage. I wanted to scream. Instead, I stared at myself in the mirror and forced myself to breathe."You didn't do anything wrong."My reflection stared back at me. "You didn't do anything wrong."I repeated it again. Then again. Until I almost believed it. I grabbed my bag.Whatever happened today, I wasn't going to walk into that meeting looking guilty

Rosalie POV At this point, I needed the ground to open up and let me bury myself six feet deep. It wasn't even up to a week since the last confrontation. “Maxwell, you should leave please.”He didn't budge in my direction. Instead he scoffed, his eyes fixed on Caleb. "This has nothing to do with you."Caleb took one slow step forward. "It does now."Something flickered in his eyes. For a second, I thought I saw that strange golden colour again. Then it was gone. His usual midnight blue returned.Maxwell swallowed. "I was only trying to talk to her.""Then talk like a gentleman." Caleb's voice was dangerously calm. "But don't touch her."Maxwell stared at him. Neither man moved. Then Maxwell looked at me."This isn't over, Mi Reina." He turned and walked away.I watched him disappear into the crowd. Only then did I breathe."Are you alright?" his voice brought life back to me. I looked at Caleb. "Yes, sir."His gaze dropped to my wrist. "He hurt you again.""It's nothing, sir.""Tha

Rosalie's POV“How much do you like ice cream?”I stared at the message on my screen. Then I looked at Caleb.He was sitting across from me in the back seat, looking completely unfazed as he scrolled through his phone like he hadn't just sent me the most random message in the world.My brows pulled together. Why would he ask me that?I looked at the message again.Caleb: How much do you like ice cream?I typed.Me: Why?The three dots appeared almost immediately.Caleb: Because we're going somewhere that has good ice cream.I glanced up at him. He wasn't looking at me, I narrowed my eyes. Was that really the reason?Before I could respond, Emily turned around from the front seat."What are you two doing?"I nearly dropped my phone."Nothing."She looked between us suspiciously. "Why did you say that so fast?""Because you asked a weird question.""I didn't ask anything."I blinked. "Exactly."She rolled her eyes."My best friend is acting strange today.""I'm fine.""Sure."She turned

Rosalie's POVI knew something was wrong the moment Professor Harrison walked into the lecture hall. He didn't look at anyone.He simply placed his files on the desk, adjusted his glasses and started the lecture like everything was perfectly normal.I should have been relieved. Instead, I felt a strange knot forming in my stomach. Since the day he'd called me into his office, I hadn't been able to shake the feeling that something was coming. Worse, Emily wasn't in school, bringing my fear factor to almost a 90.I was right. My phone vibrated against the desk. I glanced at the screen.WESTFIELD UNIVERSITY — ACADEMIC RESULTSMy heart skipped. I had completely forgotten the results were supposed to be released today. Worse, I had forgotten his assignment. My fingers suddenly felt cold when I opened the notification. 42%.I stared at the number. I blinked. Maybe I'd read it wrong. I refreshed the page. It was the same. Forty-two percent.My mouth fell open. No, that couldn't be right.. I