All Chapters of THE BAD NERD BOY: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Blank Space by Taylor Swift Autumn POV A crease formed on his forehead. “Won’t your parents be looking for you?” “Pfftt,” I snorted which was not really graceful but who cared anyway. “Even if I got kidnapped by an alien and everyone in the whole world knew, they’d be the last people to know. Trust me.” I left that sentence hanging, waiting for him to ask more just like most people did. They always wanted to know, always curious to dig further because they sensed something juicy, something they could gossip about later. But apparently, not Tyler Vincent. He was simply quiet until he stole a glance sideways and asked, “So, where do you want me to drop you off?” I did not even need to think twice when I answered, “Jess’s place.” We had stopped at the side of the road while he was putting Jess’ address into his phone GPS. I took the moment to pull out Abby’s small envelope. I hadn’t known whether to curse it for making me go back to school or to be thankful for it because now I k

  One Call Away by Charlie Puth   Tyler POV It was weird how people acted like they didn’t even know you after they practically had made out with you in front of the whole school. Yet here I was living proof of that. Autumn was sitting with her clique at the cafeteria, which was okay because I hadn’t expected her to suddenly move to my peaceful corner, though she could at least acknowledge my existence. It sucked because I could not stop thinking about her since that hot dream. I walked to my locker after putting my tray away. I was taking out my math book when I felt a presence. It was Cassandra. I would’ve thought she was looking for Castor, her on-and-off boyfriend, whose locker was only a few away from mine, yet here she was, standing in her tight cheerleader uniform, leaning against

Paris by The Chainsmokers Autumn POV “How many times do I have to say this? We didn’t push her, Sir.” Sweet mother mercy! Talking to Mr. Lex Huntington, the vice-principal was damn tiring. The dude might be a vice principal, but that did not necessarily mean that he was not a complete idiot when it came to teenagers scheming against each other. How could he believe Rosie Park for goodness’ sake? “Then what do you suggest, Miss Summers? Miss Lawson intentionally fell and broke her nose?” Vice Principal Huntington raised his voice. There was an incredulous tone on it as if I had just suggested the most outrageous thing. I almost gave up explaining what had happened to him since he did not seem to get that gravity existed and that sometimes people do fall to the ground unwillingly. “No, but—” He didn’t even allow me to explain further, raising one hand to interrupt. “Until Miss Lawson, herself confirms your ridiculous theory, I will have to believe Miss Park's testimony.” It was

Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift   Tyler POV She’d met him. She had met that bastard. One that I had longed to put my hands around his throat, the very one I had wanted to destroy. I gripped the edge of my table so hard that my body was literally shaking; if anything it was because of the anger and resentment. Calm the fuck down, Tyler! You’ll get your revenge soon! He’ll beg for your mercy. You’ll make him regret ever abandoning you and mom. You will make him pay. I closed my eyes and took a deep, calming breath. When I opened them back, they were burned with a desire for payback. I had been waiting my entire life for this.

Tyler POV I looked at the photograph of a young fifteen-year-old girl with short brown hair and dark hazel eyes that matched mine. Shanelle was her name. To think that this innocent girl was the daughter of that bastard was almost unbelievable. She looked so innocent and angelic, and I almost felt bad for doing this. But revenge was revenge, and it did not matter how hard it was, I still had to do it. Letting out a deep sigh, I patted Lucas’s shoulder. “I owe you this one, man.” My friend laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t sweat it, dude. She’s pretty. It’s my pleasure.” Autumn POV I felt like crap as I lay on my bed, staring at the four walls. Though I hated to admit it, I felt bad for threatening Ellie. I wished I had not had to do it, but she had left me no choice. I did not regret fighting for a friend, but I regretted not walking faster. If I had walked fast enough, I probably wouldn’t have heard her cry.