All Chapters of A deal with the playboy: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

ELLA'S POV I arrived late at school today after staying up almost the whole night looking for my phone. Ugh, where could that pesky little thing be?It wasn't like me to be so careless and misplace something so important.Digging through my mind, I tried to retrace my steps and recall the last time I actually had my phone in my hands. Let's see...I definitely remembered holding it while hanging out on the basketball court yesterday. That much I was certain of.And then I went into the boys' locker room to rinse my eyes out after that football smacked me in the face. My cheeks flushed slightly as I replayed the memory of Trent finding me there and us getting all...close and flustered around each other.But that was when things got a little fuzzy. I'm pretty sure I still had my phone after that, at least until Damien showed up. Maybe if I could just track him down, he might know where I could have put it down?My heart sank a little at the thought of my poor phone being abandoned and

ELLA'S POV I walked into the cafeteria, holding my tray of food and feeling like a million eyes were on me. Ugh, being famous was so not fun! Over the past few days, I'd become a total celebrity, both online and at school. But not the good kind of celebrity - more like the "everyone's gossiping about you" kind.They even gave me a new nickname: The Heartbreak Huntress. Okay, I'll admit it sounded kind of cool, like I was some fierce warrior princess. But still, it hurt that people thought I was out for revenge. If only they knew the truth!As I looked around for a place to sit, I saw people quickly turning away or covering empty seats with their bags. Meanies! It was like I had some gross, contagious disease or something.I sighed to myself. Why were they being so mean, even if I had sent that video (which I totally didn't!)? It's not like I'd committed some horrible crime. People can be so dramatic sometimes!Oh well, I thought. Who needs them anyway? I'd just go eat in my new spec

TRENTS POVI took a deep breath as I stepped out of Mr. Matthews' car, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The moment my feet hit the pavement, it was like someone had flipped a switch.Suddenly, I was surrounded by a sea of reporters, their cameras flashing so brightly I could barely see straight. It felt like being caught in the middle of a lightning storm."Trent! Over here!" "Can you comment on the video?" "What's your relationship with your father now?"Their voices all blended together into a deafening roar. I tried to push through, keeping my head down and my mouth shut. No way was I giving them anything to twist into tomorrow's headlines.Just when I thought things couldn't get any more intense, I heard the unmistakable sound of tires screeching to a halt. My stomach dropped as I recognized my father's black car pulling up. I hadn't been home since that video hit the internet. The thought of facing my dad after everything that had come out... it made me want to turn

As Ella walked down the hallway, the now-familiar weight of dozens of stares pressed upon her. She kept her eyes focused straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge the whispers and pointed fingers that followed in her wake. Suddenly, a crumpled ball of paper sailed through the air, bouncing off her shoulder before clattering to the floor.Ella's fingers twitched at her sides, a fleeting urge to retaliate flashing through her mind. But she quashed it quickly, knowing that any reaction would only fuel the fire of gossip surrounding her. Instead, she continued walking as she formed an indifferent face.Out of nowhere, Amelia and Susan materialized at her side like guardian angels. Amelia's eyes flashed with anger as she scooped up the discarded paper. Without hesitation, she marched up to the culprit, a lanky girl with a shock of red hair."Hey, genius," Amelia growled. "If you're going to write nasty things, at least learn to spell 'heartbreaker' correctly. It's not 'hart braker,' you mo

Amelia and Susan huddled together in Amelia's bedroom, their eyes glued to the phone screen as they watched their plan unfold. Lucinda had taken the bait very easily."Look at her go," Susan whispered, her eyes wide with disbelief. "She's like a tornado tearing through our fake account."Amelia nodded, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I can't believe how well this is working."Lucinda's activity on the fake BTS fan account was nothing short of frenzied. She liked every single post with lightning speed, her comments appearing seconds after each new photo or video was uploaded. Her messages flooded the inbox, each one more desperate than the last, all proclaiming her undying devotion to the K-pop group.They had asked her once to post pictures of her room to prove her dedication. Within minutes, Lucinda had responded with a flurry of photos. Her room was a shrine to BTS, every inch covered in posters, albums, and merchandise. She had even rearranged her furniture to spell out "BTS" w