Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden obsession ; She’ll be the death of me : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

ZANE’s POV It was Monday morning. The fourth day since Alessia and I started a thing we weren’t sure of yet but both knew we wanted. We spent almost all night texting about random things, and that was when I realized I actually enjoyed texting with her. It had been normal. Nothing intimate, nothing suggestive, just us talking about stupid things until we both got tired. My stupid ass had actually enjoyed it. It was funny to me because after we stopped texting, I realized I hardly ever texted innocently with other chicks. It was either we sexted or did something purely out of context. I didn’t do random conversations, good morning texts or asking someone how their day went. That wasn’t me. And I knew Alessia wasn’t like that. If anything, she was the kind of girl that loved when their boyfriends told them stories over the phone, asked about their day and probably stayed up late talking about absolutely nothing. I wasn’t like that. I always said Alessia Bennett wasn’t my spec, and

ALESSIA’s POV. I had been Zane Jaxon’s girlfriend for less than 24 hours and I’d already discovered that being his girlfriend was nothing like I had imagined. Zane wasn’t the Zane everyone knew on campus around me and it made my stomach flutter anytime he did something unlike him. For one thing I couldn’t stop smiling. It was embarrassing. Completely ridiculous, actually. I had spent most of the previous night lying in bed replaying everything that happened between us, especially the moment when he had looked at me and finally said the words I had been waiting for. Let’s fucking make this official. Official. The word still felt strange in my head and I had been blushing since he dropped me home last night. Zane Jaxon was my boyfriend. It felt weird. He’d never commit himself to a relationship no matter how the girl pressured him. And I knew all the girls he’d been with asked for a relationship. Fuck. I felt special. Delulu or something but I was probably the first girl he’d e

ZANE’s POV. I knew Alessia was pissed the moment she walked out the door. She didn’t slam the door. She didn’t yell. She didn’t even look back and that was worse. I knew I had fucked up bad and what’s worst is that the relationship hadn’t even started to be having issues consistently. That was Alessia and me for half the time. We argued. Hated each other and drove each other insane. I guess we still brought those toxic traits into our relationship. I stared at the door for a few minutes before Mason’s voice pulled me out of it. I knew they had all noticed the tension and the way Alessia had walked out. It was hard not to miss. “Damn Zane.” He came behind me and exhaled a long breath. “What’s really going on,man? Alessia?. Seriously? I'm not stupid. Neither is Adrian or Jason. We can all see what’s going on. Just that there’s not enough evidence yet.” Mason said seriously. Why was everything happening at once? Now I needed an excuse to get me out of this situation. “What do you t

ZANE’s POVThe locker room was louder than usual.Everyone was talking at once, throwing their gloves and sticks onto the benches while the tension from the suspended game followed us inside. My cheek throbbed every time I moved my jaw, and my arm wasn’t exactly feeling great either.I sat on the bench and pulled off one of my gloves, staring down at my hand.I was still angry.I didn’t even know who I was angry at anymore.The opposing player? Probably.Myself? Definitely.Alessia?I didn’t want to think about that.The doors suddenly swung open.Coach Reed stormed inside with two of the other players behind him, his expression enough to make the entire locker room fall silent.“What the hell happened out there, Jaxon? This could cause a lot of problems for the team,” he demanded.I leaned back against the locker, resisting the urge to sigh.“The fucker started it first, Coach,” I replied, clearly in no mood to explain further.“That’s all you have to say?” His eyebrows shot up. “Rea

ALESSIA’s POV. The library was supposed to be my quiet place.It was where I went when I needed to escape the noise of campus, the hockey team, Kendra’s endless commentary and, lately, one particular six-foot-three problem who seemed determined to occupy every corner of my thoughts.I sat at my usual table with my laptop open, three books spread around me and a half-finished cup of coffee beside my hand. I’d been staring at the same paragraph for the last five minutes, trying to convince myself that I was studying when I heard the chair opposite me scrape against the floor.I looked up.Zane dropped into the seat like he had every right to be there.I blinked.Then I looked at the book in his hand.Then back at him.“What are you doing here?”He placed the book on the table and leaned back in his chair.“Reading.”I stared at him.“You?”His eyebrows pulled together. “What’s that supposed to mean?”A laugh slipped out before I could stop it.“You hate reading.”“I don’t hate reading.