All Chapters of The Bully's Regret: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Wren CarterI shouldn't have come.That was the first thought that crossed my mind the moment I sat back down. The music was still blasting around us. People were laughing. Some were dancing. Others were cheering at whatever dare was happening now.Meanwhile…I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. Because I was almost certain everyone here had witnessed the little scene Cyrus had created on the dance floor.Wonderful.Just wonderful.I grabbed a strand of my hair and tucked it behind my ear while avoiding everyone's eyes.Gen, unfortunately, was not helping. She leaned closer with a grin that instantly made me suspicious."Oh."I already knew that tone. "No."Her grin widened. "Ohhh."I sighed. "Gen."She wiggled her eyebrows. "Cyrus Blackwood really walked over there and said, 'My turn.'"I covered my face for a second. "Please stop."She laughed. "What?""Please stop.""I'm just saying…""Don't."She grinned mischievously. "That was dramatic."I groaned. "It was embarrassing.""It

Wren CarterThe first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the headache.God.It was awful.My entire head felt heavy, like someone had stuffed cotton inside my brain overnight. My eyelids felt heavier than usual too, and for several seconds, I simply lay there staring at the ceiling above me, trying to remember how I'd gotten here.My apartment.I was in my apartment.The familiar crack running through the corner of my ceiling was there. The old fan that squeaked every time it rotated was there too.Slowly, pieces of last night returned.The club.Gen.Adrian.The drink.That guy.Then Cyrus.My stomach tightened instantly.I shot upright.The room immediately spun around me."Ugh..."I grabbed my forehead. Everything felt blurry. How did I get home? I remembered leaving the club.No.I remembered Cyrus.Then...Nothing. My eyes traveled around my room. Everything looked normal. My shoes were beside the bed. My bag was placed neatly on the chair. Someone had even put a bottle of

Wren Carter I had exactly three goals left for this semester. Pass my exams. Keep my mother safe. And survive college without another disaster happening. That was it. Nothing more. Nothing less. Apparently, however, the universe had other plans. The loud bell rang throughout the entire campus before an announcement echoed from the speakers installed across every hallway. "Attention students. This year's annual Spring Prom will be held next Friday evening in the Grand Hall. Attendance is optional but encouraged. There will be music, dinner, awards, dancing, and various activities. Formal attire is required. Prom partner registrations will begin tomorrow and close within three days. We hope to see everyone there." Immediately, the entire classroom erupted. Girls squealed. Some guys cheered. Others immediately started discussing outfits and dates. Meanwhile... I simply stared at my notebook. Prom. Wonderful. Exactly what I needed. Another event where rich kids could show off their

Wren CarterI should have known something was wrong the moment Adrian started acting weird.The entire day he'd been unusually distracted. During lunch, he nearly dropped his tray twice. In class, he kept checking his phone. And every time I looked his way, he'd suddenly look somewhere else.It was suspicious.Very suspicious.Which was exactly why I wasn't surprised when he intercepted me after our final class."Wren."I stopped walking. Adrian immediately looked nervous. That alone made me nervous."What?""Nothing."I narrowed my eyes. "Then why are you standing in front of me like you're about to confess to a crime?"A laugh escaped him. "I am not.""You are.""I'm not.""You absolutely are."Gen, who was standing beside me, snorted. "I agree with Wren.""Thank you," I told her."Traitor," Adrian muttered.Gen grinned. Adrian sighed dramatically before rubbing the back of his neck. "Okay, fine.""There it is."His expression somehow became even more awkward. "Wren Carter...""Oh n

Wren CarterBy the time I got home that evening, my feet were killing me.Between classes, work, hospital visits, and everything else life seemed determined to throw at me lately, exhaustion had become my permanent state. All I wanted was to get inside my apartment, take a shower, and collapse face-first onto my bed for the next twelve hours.Unfortunately, life apparently had other plans.I almost walked right past the large white box sitting outside my apartment door. My steps slowed. Then stopped completely. For several seconds, I simply stared at it.A hundred different alarms immediately started ringing inside my head. After everything that had happened recently, random packages appearing outside my apartment weren't exactly comforting.Slowly, I looked around the hallway.Nobody.Nothing.Just silence.My grip tightened around my bag. "What now?" I muttered under my breath.Carefully approaching the box, I crouched down. My name was written neatly across the top.Wren Carter.My