Destroy Me Gently:Ex-Enemy Becomes My Lover!
Chapter 48: New shame level unlocked

Chapter 48: New shame level unlocked

Chapter Forty-Eight

**Oliver West**

I didn’t want to appear in gym class like this. I wanted to text William to tell the coach that I was sick, but I couldn’t even reach for my phone, when Kieran dragged my stumbling fork inside.

The moment the gym doors swung open, every conversation died.

Thirty pairs of eyes locked onto us, silence stretched like a rubber band about to snap.

Shame breathing, tenth form: I want to die!!!

This was me being forced into the infinite castle of embarrassment.

Kieran’s jersey hung loose on my frame, his name blazing like a neon sign.

I could practically hear everyone’s thoughts: He’s wearing Morrison’s clothes. They’re really together.

The silence prolonged further, and then someone dropped a water bottle. The clang echoed through the dead-quiet gym.

Suddenly, the whispers exploded.

"Holy shit, is that them??"

"They’re actually dating for real? I thought it was just rumors"

"Oliver bagged the popular guy...Kieran is truly bi?? OMG!"

I wanted to explain to all of them, it wasn’t what they were thinking, I needed to be saved from this maniac! This relationship was forced, and I was the victim here!!!

I could only gulp like a fish taken out of water and to make things worse Kieran’s heavy hand clamped on my shoulder, his fingers digging like he was making sure I wouldn’t run away. No escape.

"What a show off," Heath’s voice cut through the whispers as he bounced a basketball ball in our direction. He and Claude were grinning like idiots near the equipment rack, they jogged towards us. "You got everyone talking, making an appearance like some movie star."

I squirmed anxiously, still aware of the burning stares from all over the gym.

Claude’s eyes sparkled with mischief, his eyes raking through my clothes. "Damn, Morrison. Marking your territory much? What’s next, a collar?"

Heat exploded across my cheeks. I could see Kieran smirk, as though he may actually be considering it. My head reeled with horror.

"We’re not...it’s not..."

"Relax, short stuff," Claude winked before I could get the words out "We all know who’s the top in this relationship."

I wanted to melt into the floor. Die. Disappear forever.

Kieran just smirked, his arm around my shoulders suddenly felt heavier.

Coach blew his whistle. "Bleachers! Now!"

We moved toward the seats. Every step sent whispers rippling through the crowd like dominoes falling.

I spotted William across the gym. Our eyes met and I tried to telepathically scream: Help me. Save me. Get me out of here!!

William started walking over, his expression determined...

Then Vince strolled inside the gym in his usual black attire and rolled sleeves. And with that, my best friend was gone.

He actually stopped mid-step, staring at Vince like he’d forgotten how to function.

Was he serious right now?

"Traitor," I muttered under my breath, every last hope crushing.

"Eyes off," Kieran whispered in my ear, his breath warm against my skin.

I jerked my gaze away, my heart hammering hard.

We reached the bleachers. I started to sit down, but then remembered. My butt was still on fire from Kieran’s earlier... lesson.

I lowered myself carefully, wincing as my sore backside made contact with the hard wood. A sharp hiss escaped before I could stop it.

"Problem?" Kieran asked, his voice carrying just far enough for nearby students to hear.

I shot him a look that could kill. He was enjoying this. The bastard was actually enjoying my pain.

"I’m fine," I ground out through clenched teeth.

"You sure? You look uncomfortable." His eyes gleamed with dark amusement. "The bench too hard for you?"

Several students turned to stare. Amanda’s group was practically vibrating with interest. Why was he putting me in the spotlight again?

"I said I’m fine!!" I gritted again, sitting my ass down firmly only to firmly regret it.

Kieran chuckled, leaning toward me, his voice was lower now. "You could always sit on my thighs, I don’t mind." The suggestive gleam in his eyes made me flinch.

NO WAY!!

Death was preferable, I shot him a look that told him that.

A girl actually squealed from behind us "Oh my god, they’re so cute! This is even better than Williver!"

Not this again!!! I wanted to crawl under the bleachers and never come out.

My phone buzzed. Without thinking, I reached for it.

Kieran’s hand shot out faster, snatching it from my pocket.

"What—give that back!"

"What is this ancient relic?" He held up my old button phone between us like it was a museum artifact. "Ollie, this thing predates the internet."

"It works perfectly fine," I snapped, lunging for it.

He held it higher, examining it with theatrical disgust. "I’m buying you a new one,"

Well, since you broke the last one, you actually owe me moron. Don’t sound like a rich daddy doing me a favor !!! I wanted to scream these words at him.

"I don’t want a new phone, I don’t want anything from you!" I bit out instead.

Something flickered in his expression that nearly seemed like hurt, but it was gone the next instant. Replaced by that indifferent look I was familiar with.

"You’re my boyfriend now. I’m taking you shopping this weekend,"

The word ’boyfriend’ echoed through the suddenly quiet bleachers and the whispers started again.

Why didn’t I have any right to consent??

"No, you won’t–"

"How do you even operate this thing?" Kieran started pressing buttons ignoring my refusal to his offer. Panic gripped me instantly because I could see where he was going through the bright screen.

"Don’t you dare..."

"Oh, this is interesting." His eyebrow arched dangerously. "William is saved as My Universe, and you didn’t bother to even save my number?"

The color drained from my face. Around us, students leaned in closer, sensing drama.

"That’s normal!" I protested, scrambling toward his space, attempting to snatch back my phone in vain.

"Is it?" Kieran’s thumb scrolled through my messages. "Because this text from yesterday says, ’Good morning hero, what the hell does this even mean?.’ He glared at me now, his fingers wrapping around my device threateningly.

"Give me my phone! You don’t need to know!" I launched myself at him, grabbing his arm."Those are just friends messages!"

I wasn’t aware that I was half-lying on top of him, our faces inches apart, wrestling for my stupid phone. His free hand settled on my waist to steady me, to prevent both of us from falling.

I was too frightened by the thought of him breaking this phone too, my only life line.

"Friends?" Kieran’s voice was low and dangerous now. His eyes were getting darker as he kept scrolling. "This bastard texts you every single day. Every morning, every night."

"That’s what friends do, give it back!"

Kieran stared at me for a while, as though deciding his next action.

"GET A ROOM!" The loud voice boomed across the gym, cutting through my wrestle with him.

For the first time, I realized how awkward it was.

I was sprawled across Kieran’s lap. His arm was around my waist. Our faces were so close I could count his eyelashes.

The entire gym was dead silent, staring at us like we were the main event.

Heat exploded across my face. I scrambled backward so fast that I tumbled off the bleachers entirely.

"We weren’t—I wasn’t—that’s not—"

But the damage was done. Phones were out now, probably recording. Amanda’s face was pure murder.

Kieran calmly tucked my phone into his pocket, completely unbothered by the chaos.

Coach Jefferson’s whistle cut through the tension. "What are you all gawking at? MOVE!"

Students scattered like startled birds. Kieran stood, leaning down one last time.

"I’m keeping this," he patted his pocket. "Can’t have my boyfriend sending love letters to other guys."

Then he jogged off, leaving me sitting there phoneless, dignity-less, and completely screwed.