All Chapters of I'm in love with my gangster boyfriend: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Liam moves closer, his footsteps crunching against the gravel, but I don’t budge. My body is rigid, like if I stand still enough, I can keep it all together. He’s reaching out for me, his arms extending, and I know what’s coming. He’s going to try to hold me, like it will fix everything.But I won’t let him."Liam, don’t," I say, my voice sharper than I intend, but I don’t care. I can’t care right now. I step back, my arms pulling tighter around myself like a shield. His hands hover in the air for a moment before he drops them to his sides, but he doesn’t stop moving closer."I just want to..." he murmurs, his eyes searching mine like he's looking for a crack in my defenses. "I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. "I shake my head, not trusting myself to speak just yet. My throat feels tight, like there’s a lump lodged there that I can’t swallow. The memory of last night, of everything we’ve been through, flares up inside me, and I feel the sting of it

When we pull into the school parking lot, I instantly feel a pit form in my stomach. Nathan drives in like it’s any other day, but I already know what’s coming. The moment he parks and steps out of the car, I can feel the eyes on us, like a spotlight I never asked for.Nathan walks around to my side of the car, casually opening the door for me. He’s so relaxed, so unconcerned, and for a split second, I wish I could be like him—completely unfazed. But the second I step out, the whispering starts. It’s subtle at first, a few curious glances, a few people looking and then turning to their friends. But soon, it’s obvious. The whispers turn into full-on staring. I catch the not-so-subtle looks, the way people nudge each other and nod in our direction.I can hear them. I can hear everything.“Isn’t that Celeste? With Nathan?”“What is she doing with him?”“Didn’t she use to hang out with Tamrin and Sadie?”“Look who’s trying to make a sta

Nathan pulls up in front of my house, and I’m just about to thank him when I see Liam leaning against his car across the street. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets, head down, but as soon as we pull in, he looks up, eyes narrowing with a determination that makes my stomach flip. I’m still caught off guard by his presence, despite knowing it’s only a matter of time before he shows up again, demanding something I can’t give.“Looks like you have company,” Nathan mutters, eyeing his brother with a mixture of annoyance and caution. I give him a nod, hoping he doesn’t sense the dread tightening my chest.“Thanks, Nathan,” I say, giving him a small, grateful smile as I reach for the door handle. I don’t want him to see how rattled I am, so I do my best to seem calm as I step out of the car.Liam’s already crossing the street, his stride brisk, purposeful. He doesn’t even greet me, just looks from me to Nathan, and then back again.“Can I talk to you, Celeste?” His voice is low, but

I catch Vince’s reflection in the glass before he reaches me. He’s strutting in, that smug grin plastered on his face, the kind of grin that says he thinks he’s already won. I don’t move, keeping my eyes fixed on my drink as he saunters over, hands tucked casually into his jacket pockets like he owns the place. The chatter in the pub quiets down to a hush, the way it does when a storm’s rolling in.Vince stops just in front of my table, and I finally look up, meeting his gaze with a cool stare. I don’t bother hiding the distaste in my eyes."Liam," he greets, voice dripping with fake warmth. "Been a while, hasn’t it?"I don’t respond, letting him fill the silence as he always does. Vince enjoys hearing his own voice too much to stop.“Shame you’re so alone here,” he says, looking around. “But maybe I could offer a little conversation. Actually… I wanted to ask you something.&rd

The gym is packed with students, all crammed together on the bleachers. The Principal stands at the front, adjusting his glasses and tapping the mic to get our attention. I’m half-listening, feeling the buzz of anticipation ripple through the room. Exams start in two days, and after that, an eight-week summer break.Nathan nudges me gently with his shoulder. “You ready?” he whispers, his voice low so no one else hears.I glance at him, giving a small shrug. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” But it’s more than exams that are weighing on my mind. Liam. Vince. My mom’s odd behavior this morning. It’s like I’m balancing a thousand things in my head, each one demanding attention.The Principal clears his throat again, and I focus on his voice as he lays out the usual exam rules. Phones are off and away during tests, and there is no talking or wandering around. Cheating means automatic failure, and apparently, they've got extra proctors this year to “ensure academic i