The Bad Biker Next Door のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead.”Dizzy’s annoying face hovered inches from mine. I groaned and tried to bury myself deeper into the pillow.“It’s barely six, you tiny little crab crawler,” I muttered.“It’s 7:15, you overgrown donkey!” He ripped my duvet and pillow away in one dramatic sweep and bolted out of the room.That little shit.I sprinted after him, but he was faster—darting down the stairs and using Dad’s legs as a human shield. Dad stood in his usual spot, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper like nothing chaotic was happening around him.Dizzy smirked at me from behind Dad’s protection, knowing he was safe.I groaned, walking past them, but not before ruffling his perfectly combed hair.“Hey!” he complained.I finally took a proper look at him. He was already fully dressed for school in his crisp uniform. Meanwhile, I was still in my ratty sleep shirt and shorts.“Morning, Dad.”“Mornin’, sweet cheeks,” he replied without looking up.“Where’s Mom?” I asked, noticing the emp

I woke up to darkness and something heavy pressing against my head. Then the smell hit me. Dizzy’s fart. It was worse than rotten eggs. It smelled like pure death. He was straddling my head against the pillow, unleashing chemical warfare directly onto my face. I tried to grab him and throw him off, but the little demon tickled me so hard I fell off the bed, hitting the floor with a painful thump. “Wakey wakey, big sissy!” he laughed, already sprinting out of the room. He was so dead. I scrambled up, grabbed my pillow, and charged after him. By the time I made it downstairs, Alessia was already sitting in the living room next to my dad. If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under. I glanced at the clock. 8:15 a.m. Shit. My eyes went wide. I sprinted back upstairs, took the fastest shower known to mankind, and threw on my uniform. Barry Allen had nothing on me. How had I slept through my alarm? I grabbed my phone and nearly dropped it when I saw 24 missed calls from Alessia.

Savannah Johansson’s mansion didn’t just scream money. It screamed 'look at me'. It looked like it had been designed specifically to make normal people feel poor.The driveway alone could swallow our entire street. Bass from the speakers shook the ground under our heels as Alessia and I stepped out of the car. Drunk teenagers spilled across the lawn like the house had decided to throw up its guests.Alessia linked her arm through mine, chin high.“Remember,” she whispered, ““We own this place tonight. Chin up, chest out, bitch,” I tried. I really did.We stepped through the open double doors and were immediately swallowed by heat, sweat, and the overwhelming smell of cheap cologne mixed with alcohol. Alessia was already laughing with people I barely recognized, sliding into the chaos like she was born for it. I stayed half a step behind her, already planning my escape route.We hadn’t made it past the first staircase when Mason Clarke appeared out of nowhere.“Thunder Thighs,” he dr

HAYDEN VAUGHANI watched Savannah get dressed, a satisfied little smile still on her lips while I smoked.“So,” she said, biting her lip as she smoothed her hair, “you’re not gonna drive me home? I still have a party to finish.”I put the cigarette out hard against the ashtray. “You should’ve thought about that before you asked me to tear your clothes off.”She blinked, trying to cover her surprise with a playful laugh as she crawled onto my lap, her hands sliding over my chest like she owned it.“We can do this again another time, baby. But right now I need to get home.”She leaned in for a kiss and shoved her hard, sending her backward onto the floor with a sharp, heavy thud.“Oh, you motherfucker,” she hissed.“Use the door,” I said flatly, “before I toss you through the window.”She scrambled up, tears swimming in her eyes. I didn't care.“Hay—”“Out. Now.”​She bolted, and the front door slamming downstairs was the best sound I’d heard all night. I was pissed, and I’d taken it ou

Savannah’s sharp, shrill laugh cut right across the noise of the crowded cafeteria.​“I’m dead serious,” she announced, her voice effortlessly carrying over to half the senior tables. “Hayden Vaughan is ten times better than the rumors. The guy doesn’t just hook up—he completely wrecks you.”My fork stopped dead halfway to my mouth, a piece of lettuce tumbling back onto the plastic tray.Across from me, Alessia’s head jerked up so fast her delicate silver necklace clinked hard against her collarbone. Over by the vending machines, Savannah was sitting smack in the middle of her usual circle of glossy, sharp-tongued girls, every single one of them hanging on her words like she was handing out secrets. She idly twirled a blonde strand around her finger, wearing that infuriating smirk like she ran the building.“And afterward?” one of them asked, leaning in with blatant. “Did he at least drive you home?”Savannah’s smile turned smug. “Obviously. On the back of his bike. I had my arms lock