My Fake Boyfriend Is the School Bad Boy novel Chapter 186

My Fake Boyfriend Is the School Bad Boy

Chapter 186 He Climbs Through My Window

The digital clock on my nightstand read two in the morning. The glowing red numbers cast a harsh light across my dark bedroom.

Sleep refused to claim my exhausted mind. The events of the day looped behind my eyelids. The sterile principal’s office. The long walk down the A-wing corridor. The heavy courier envelope sitting on the kitchen table.

I lay on my mattress. I stared at the cracked ceiling plaster.

A sharp, distinct scrape broke the quiet night.

Metal sliding against wood.

I sat up. My pulse hammered against my ribs. The East Side carries a constant hum of distant sirens and barking dogs, but this noise originated from my own exterior wall.

My bedroom window.

The old glass sash groaned upward.

1 froze. A massive silhouette blocked the pale light from the streetlamp outside. Broad shoulders filled the narrow window frame.

Panic spiked in my chest. I reached for the heavy lamp on my nightstand.

“Raisa,” a low, familiar voice whispered.

I dropped my hand. The fear vanished, replaced by a massive wave of shock.

Ryder swung a long leg over the sill. His heavy combat boots hit the floorboards with a dull thud. He pulled his massive frame into the cramped bedroom. He turned and pushed the window down, sealing the cold spring air outside.

I pushed the blankets aside. I stood up. My bare feet touched the cold wood.

“Ryder,” I breathed.

I crossed the room in three quick steps. The ambient light illuminated his sharp features. He looked exhausted. Dirt streaked his jaw. His dark hair sat in tangled waves. His black t-shirt and scuffed leather jacket clung to his chest, damp with sweat and leftover rain.

I pressed my palm against his chest. His heart beat a frantic, heavy rhythm beneath the cotton.

What are you doing here?” I asked. “How did you get here? Your truck is not parked on the street.”

I walked, he stated.

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Chapter 186 He Climbs Through My Window

I stared at him. The affluent hills sit miles away from the city limits. A driving route takes twenty minutes. A walk requires hours of

navigating dark, broken sidewalks and empty industrial zones.

“You walked across the city?”

“My father seized my truck keys,” Ryder explained. He kept his voice low, respectful of the thin walls. “He demanded my cell phone. He grounded me inside the estate and placed security guards at the exterior doors. He believed he severed my connection to the outside

world.

“How did you bypass the guards?”

“I climbed down the stone trellis outside my second-floor bathroom.

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He crossed a sprawling estate, bypassed trained security professionals, and walked miles through a dangerous city just to stand in my narrow bedroom. The sheer magnitude of his devotion crushed the remaining breath from my lungs.

I looked down. I noticed his hands.

A dark, jagged stain covered his right knuckles. The skin looked split and raw. Dried blood coated the edges of deep cuts.

I grabbed his wrist. I pulled his hand toward the window light. “You are bleeding. Who did you fight?”

“I fought a mirror, he answered. He refused to elaborate. He pulled his hand from my grip. He framed my face with his large palms. The warm, calloused skin felt grounding against my cold cheeks. “I needed to see you. I sat in that dark bedroom. I realized I possessed zero ways to reach you. I did not know the outcome of your afternoon. I needed to know you survived the silence.”

“I turned my phone off, I told him. I deleted the social media applications. Harper Vance posted a cruel video. The entire senior class spent the afternoon tearing my reputation apart. Even the scholarship students turned their backs on me.”

Ryder tightened his jaw. A lethal, protective fire ignited in his hazel eyes. “I will handle Harper. I will tear their social hierarchy to

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