All Chapters of Private Lessons With The Bad Boy Bully: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Chapter Fifty

He had a point. A logical, reasonable point that made my panic feel silly and overdramatic and also a little childish."Okay," I heard myself say. "Okay, fine."Which is how I ended up lying in bed, stiff as a board, hyperaware of every inch of space between us.Noah had kept his promise, staying on his side, but the mattress dipped slightly under his weight, creating a subtle gravity that made me feel like I might roll toward him if I relaxed even a fraction."You're not going to sleep like that," Noah said quietly, glancing at me with an amused look on his face."Like what?""Like you're afraid the bed might explode or something." There was laughter in his voice. "You can relax. I don't bite."Easy for him to say. He looked completely comfortable, propped up against the headboard with one arm behind his head, scrolling through his phone with the other.I forced myself to breathe, to let my shoulders drop from where I’d squeezed them up to my ears."That’s better," he said.Abd that'

Chapter Fifty One

Lena’s POVI woke up warm.Too warm.My eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the pale pre-dawn light filtering through the curtains. For a moment, I couldn’t figure out why I felt so… secure. So wrapped up and comfortable.Then I realised.Noah’s arm was around my waist, holding me tight against his chest. His breath was soft and steady against my hair, warm puffs that made the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up.Somehow during the night, we must’ve found each other, or maybe I’d found him, and now we were tangled together like we’d done this a thousand times before.My heart slammed against my ribs.This was…this was so inappropriate. We’d just met. He was Jace’s cousin. We were supposed to be on opposite sides of the bed, respecting boundaries and keeping things professional.Instead, I was curled into him like he was my personal heater, his legs tangled up with my own, his hand splayed across my stomach, fingers just barely brushing the sliver of skin where my t-shirt

Chapter Fifty Two

“I couldn’t sleep,” I said defensively. “Also, why are you interrogating me? You don’t get to…”“Don’t I?” His voice was barely above a whisper now, but it carried an edge that made my breath catch. “You’re in my house, sleeping in the same bed as my cousin, whom I can’t fucking stand, and you expect me to just…”“We weren’t in the same bed,” I lied, hoping maybe that would persuade him to drop this. “There were separate sleeping arrangements, and everything was completely appropriate. Besides, this is my place of work, it would be incredibly unprofessional of me to do anything like that here, so you have no right to…”“Stop.” One of his hands came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing across my cheekbone. “Just… stop. I don’t want to argue with you.”The gentleness of the gesture was such a contrast, so different from the burning fury in his eyes that I didn’t know what to do or how exactly to react. This wasn’t platonic. Nothing about the way he was holding me, kissing me, looking

Chapter Fifty Three I

"What part of 'leave her alone' do you not understand?"Noah's voice cut sharply through the tension. He'd reached the bottom of the stairs now, and his expression seemed calm but his eyes were hard as steel as they locked straight onto Jace.Jace's entire body went rigid. "This is none of your fucking business, Noah.""Isn't it?" Noah moved closer, physically putting himself between Jace and me. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're making her cry. So yeah, I'm making it my business.""You don't know what the fuck you're talking about...""I know enough." Noah's voice stayed level and controlled. "I know she asked you to stop and you kept pushing, anyone with eyes can see that she's clearly upset. And I know you need to back off."Jace's hands clenched into fists. "Don't do this, Noah. Don't fucking do this right now or I swear to fuck--""Do what? Protect someone who needs protecting?" Noah's calm was somehow more threatening than if he'd raised his voice. "Or are y

Chapter Fifty Three II

The BMW purred beautifully as Noah navigated the streets toward Westbrook. I barely knew anything about cars, but I knew this was a good one.In fact, good didn't even begin to describe it.The leather seats were buttery soft, the interior immaculate. Everything about it screamed wealth, from the polished wood trim to the subtle scent of expensive cologne that lingered in the air.It was so much better than walking the long distance or taking the bus every day.I sat in the passenger seat, my bag clutched on my lap, still processing what had happened in the kitchen."You okay, Lenny?" Noah asked, glancing over at me. His voice was gentle now, all traces of the earlier angry confrontation gone."Yeah. I'm fine.""Lena." He said my name in that way and I knew right away that he could see straight through the lie. "What happened back there...""We weren't fighting," I said quickly. "Jace and I. It wasn't like that. We were just having a disagreement over nothing, really. He wasn't a dan

Chapter Fifty Four

Homeroom was in Mr. Peterson's classroom, it was a bright, airy space with motivational posters covering the walls and rows of desks that had seen better days.I slipped into my usual seat near the middle, trying to make myself as small and invisible as possible.Noah had been swarmed the moment we entered the building.Students asking questions, introducing themselves and offering to show him around.He'd handled it all with that easy charm, but he'd caught my eye once and mouthed "sorry" before being pulled away by a group of curious juniors.Now he stood near the door, scanning the room. When he spotted me, he waved, his face lit up and he started making his way over."Is this seat taken?" he asked, gesturing to the empty desk beside mine.Before I could answer, a high-pitched whiny voice cut through the chatter, gossiping behind us."Oh my God, Allie, you need to stop defending him."I turned to see Allison sitting three rows back, surrounded by her usual entourage. Tracy was ru

Chapter Fifty Five

Chapter Fifty-Five"Alright, everyone, settle down." Mrs. Sinatra stood at the front of the classroom, tapping her copy of The Catcher in the Rye against her desk. "I hope you all remembered your analytical reports were due today. So let's see those papers."The familiar sound of rustling filled the room as students dug through backpacks and folders, a few of them groaning and whining as they did it.I pulled out my own report, the pages slightly crumpled from being shoved hastily into my bag this morning before getting in the car with Noah.It wasn't my best work, not even close.I'd written it at two in the morning, exhausted and distracted, my mind replaying the kitchen scene with Jace over and over until the words on the page blurred together.Tap tap tap.I straightened in my seat, trying to ignore the rhythmic tapping coming from directly behind me.Tap tap tap.My jaw clenched, and I knew exactly who it was without even having to look.Mrs. Sinatra walked up and down the aisles,

Chapter Fifty Six

"So wait, you're telling me you've never been to Marco's Pizza?" Jake leaned forward, looking at me as though I'd just confessed to never breathing oxygen. "How is that even possible?""I just... haven't?" I picked at the crust of my sandwich nervously. "I don't really go out much.""Marco's is literally a Westbrook institution," Nicole chimed in, twirling her fork. "It's where everyone goes after games. The breadsticks alone are worth selling your soul for.""Nicole would know," Jake said with a grin. "She once ate an entire order by herself and then passed out in the parking lot.""That was one time and I had the flu!" Nicole threw a grape at him, which he caught and popped into his mouth, looking ridiculously proud of himself.I watched their easy banter, the way Jake's eyes lingered on Nicole when she wasn't looking, the way she pretended not to notice but smiled anyway. They had that thing—that obvious, unspoken thing where everyone could see they liked each other except apparentl

Chapter Fifty Seven

stood outside the gym doors, my application form clutched so tightly in my hands that the paper was starting to crumple at the edges.Through the small window, I could see them—the cheerleading squad in all their coordinated glory. They moved in perfect synchronization, their uniforms bright and crisp, ponytails bouncing as they executed flips and formations with practiced ease."Five, six, seven, eight!" Allison's voice rang out sharp and commanding. "From the top! And this time, Madison, actually point your toes. We're not doing modern dance here."The girls reset, panting slightly, then launched into the routine again. A series of backflips rippled across the front line. The flyers went up, held steady by their bases, arms locked in perfect Vs.They looked amazing. Professional. Untouchable.And I wanted to be one of them so badly it physically hurt.It felt almost trivial now, compared to everything else happening in my life—the debt, my mom's exhaustion, Jace's confusing hot-and-

Chapter Fifty Eight

He gave me an encouraging nod, and somehow, impossibly, I found my voice again."I know I may not look it," I said, hating how my voice shook, "but I've always wanted to be a cheerleader. To represent our school this way. I always thought you all looked so—so cute in your uniforms, and it hurt when I would get told no year after year without even being given a chance to apply.""That's because you don't meet the requirements, nerd." Allison's voice was sharp, cutting. "How the hell are you gonna do a backflip with glasses on? You'll break your neck and sue the school."She turned to Noah, her expression shifting to something almost apologetic. "I'm sorry, Noah. You're cute, really. But I'm not putting that girl on my squad." She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Please get rid of her. She's making me uncomfortable. I think I might throw up."Something inside me cracked.I pulled my hand out of Noah's grip and turned toward the exit, tears burning in my eyes. Angry, humiliated tears that

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