Chapter 125: Bad, Bad Boy
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Third Person’s POV
Adrien pushed himself away from the counter, exhaling deeply, as if releasing a bit of the tightness in his shoulders. His mind was a jumbled mess cluttered with unsettling memories he was trying, but failing, to banish and all he craved was the comfort of his room, a dark and quiet place where he could pretend everything was fine.
He barely took two steps before his phone buzzed in his pocket.
A sharp, intrusive vibration.
He paused, pulling it out, hoping for something boring. Maybe a text from Dad checking if he was back home. Or just a random group chat notification.
But dread washed over him as he saw the name lighting up the screen.
Vanessa.
Again.
Just seeing her name made his jaw tense. She’d been sending him daily texts, sometimes three or four a day. Long messages, short ones, flirty notes, irritated rants often all within an hour. He hadn’t replied to any of them in weeks, but that didn’t stop her. It was like she didn’t understand what silence meant.
Like she didn’t understand what the term ’fuck buddy’ was.
He should’ve ignored this one too.