My Fake Boyfriend Is the School Bad Boy novel Chapter 174

My Fake Boyfriend Is the School Bad Boy

Chapter 174 Walking Into The School Together

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The weekend vanished into a blur of drawn blinds and quiet dread. The silence inside my small house felt heavy, suffocating the oxygen from the rooms. Monday morning arrived without mercy. The small digital clock on my wooden desk flashed six in a bright red font. The

shrill beeping sound pierced the dark bedroom. I reached out and slapped my hand over the plastic button.

I pushed the heavy blankets aside. I stood on the cold floorboards. The chill seeped through my bare feet, a harsh reminder of the impending reality. I opened my narrow closet. I bypassed the soft gray sweaters. I pulled out the Crestview Prep uniform. The crisp white

cotton blouse. The pleated navy skirt. The official school blazer.

For three years, I wore this uniform with immense pride. It served as physical proof of my hard work. It was my ticket out of the East Side. Today, the pristine fabric felt like a target painted on my back. The blue ink leaked from the digital screens and stained my

reputation.

I dressed without making a sound. I pulled my dark hair back into a tight, severe tie. I did not bother with makeup. I lacked the energy to paint a mask on my pale face. I picked up my heavy canvas backpack from the corner of the room. The thick biology and calculus textbooks weighed a ton, a cruel reminder of the midterms I ruined to save his freedom.

I walked into the cramped kitchen.

My mother sat at the chipped formica table. She wore her faded pink diner uniform. Her hands rested around a steaming ceramic mug of black coffee. She looked up when my sneakers squeaked against the linoleum. The deep exhaustion in her brown eyes mirrored my own terror. She spent Sunday scrubbing floors, trying to process the massive scandal threatening my future.

“You do not have to go today,” she said. Her voice sounded rough, carrying the weight of a sleepless night. “I can call the attendance office. I can tell them you caught a fever. We can buy a day.”

“I cannot hide in this house forever, Mom,” I replied. I dropped my heavy bag onto the floor. ‘Principal Miller expects us. We have to face the administration. If I hide, they win.”

My mother stood up. She crossed the small kitchen space. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me into a fierce, grounded embrace. Her rough, calloused hands pressed against my back, offering a solid foundation in a collapsing world.

“Keep your chin up, Raisa, she instructed. She pulled back and met my gaze. “Do not let those wealthy children break your spirit. They possess massive bank accounts, but they lack your iron will. You earned your place in that school. You fight for it.”

“Thank you.”

A loud, familiar horn honked outside the front window. The sound cut through the tense quiet of the morning.

I walked to the front door. I turned the deadbolt and stepped out onto the concrete porch. The morning air felt crisp and sharp, biting at

my exposed legs.

The dark blue Ford truck idled at the curb. The massive diesel engine rumbled, shaking the damp street.

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Chapter 174 Walking Into The School Together

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I walked down the cracked path and climbed into the passenger side. I dropped my canvas bag onto the rubber floorboards. I pulled the

seatbelt across my chest.

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Ryder sat behind the steering wheel. He wore his scuffed leather jacket over a plain black t-shirt. Dark, bruised circles framed his hazel eyes. He spent the weekend fighting his own battles. The corporate security team tried to lock him inside his massive estate. He bypassed their patrols and spent his nights sitting in his truck at the end of my street, watching my house to ensure my safety.

He put the truck in gear. We pulled away from the curb, leaving the quiet East Side neighborhood behind.

“Did your father call again?” I asked. I stared at the blank digital dashboard.

“He left five voicemails yesterday, Ryder stated. He kept his eyes on the road ahead. The muscle in his jaw ticked. “He demands a meeting in his downtown office. I ignored them all. My focus is the school board. My focus is Miller.

He reached across the center console. He placed his large, calloused hand over mine. His warm skin offered a steady anchor against the cold fear pooling in my stomach. I turned my palm up and linked my fingers through his.

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