All Chapters of I'm in love with my gangster boyfriend: Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

The day After the sleepover Presley’s been talking non-stop, her voice cutting through the quiet like nails on a chalkboard. I’m barely paying attention, my patience wearing thin. But then I catch a few words that make my ears perk up.“You should’ve seen Celeste’s face,” she says with a smug smile. “When I told her to change into pajamas that didn’t match with ours, it was priceless. She looked so out of place.”My jaw tightens. “Why would you do that?”Presley blinks, thrown off by my tone. “What do you mean? It was just a bit of fun. You know how she is.”“No, I don’t,” I say, my voice steady but edged with anger. “And I don’t see what’s so fun about humiliating someone who’s supposed to be a friend.”Presley frowns, her confusion turning into annoyance. “Come on, Liam. It’s j

My phone buzzes in my pocket as I’m walking into the house, but I don’t bother to check it right away. I’m still buzzing with the satisfaction of finishing all my assignments. I feel lighter than I have in weeks, like a huge burden has finally been lifted. I finally glance at my phone when I sit on my bed, my stomach tightens. It’s a text from Tamrin.Hey… I just wanted to say I’m sorry. Can we meet up to talk?-TamrinI stare at the screen, my thumb hovering over the keyboard. For a moment, I’m tempted to respond. To give her the benefit of the doubt, to hear whatever excuse she’s ready to throw my way. But then I remember how she sat there, next to Presley, watching as she humiliated me in front of everyone.I don’t want to go through that again. I don’t want to hear another apology or listen to her try and justify herself. I deserve more than that. I know I do.

When I finally wake up, the room is darker, and my body feels heavy like I’ve been sleeping for days. I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes, trying to shake off the exhaustion. My head is pounding, and my mouth feels dry. I blink a few times, reaching for my phone on the nightstand.The screen lights up, and my heart drops when I see the dozens of missed calls and messages from Liam. A knot forms in my stomach. I start scrolling through the texts, feeling my pulse quicken with every word.Liam: You good?Liam: Celeste, come on. Say something.Liam: Seriously, are you okay?I keep scrolling, my anxiety rising with each one. They go from concerned to annoyed to downright angry.Liam: Answer your damn phone.Liam: What the hell, Celeste? You can’t just ignore me like this.I swallow hard, feeling the panic start to set in.  I keep scro

I'm staring at my phone, fingers hovering over the screen as I type and delete the message for the third time. Asking Celeste out shouldn't be this complicated, but it feels like I'm overthinking every word. I can face the most dangerous situations with ease, but this... asking her out feels like standing at the edge of a cliff.Finally, I hit send:Wanna grab something to eat with me later?- Liam I wait, staring at the screen, a little knot forming in my chest. It's not even five seconds before I see the typing bubble pop up.No, I can’t.- CelesteI frown, the immediate rejection hitting me harder than it should. My fingers fly over the keyboard as I send the next message.Why not?- Liam There’s a pause, and I can almost imagine her staring at her phone, biting her lip, thinking of how to respond. My phone pings again, her message short.I just can’t.- CelesteI shake my head, already feeling the frustration rise. She’s dodging me, and I don’t like it. If there’s one thing I ha