My first crush (COMPLETED)√

PART 2: Chapter 80: Sex boyfriend

Sharon's POV

The news landed like a stone dropped into still water — shocking, yes, but strangely unbelievable.

I raised my eyebrows at her, giving her a long, drawn-out look that practically screamed Are you crazzzzzzy?

This wasn't even close to what I'd expected her to say. Honestly, it took everything in me not to burst out laughing right there. The whole thing sounded ridiculous.

"So what you're saying right now..." I began, my lips twitching, "...is that you're pregnant — and Stephen is the father?"

I almost laughed mid-sentence.

"Exactly. It's been three weeks," she replied smoothly, placing her palm over her stomach in theatrical emphasis.

Behind her, I noticed movement.
Stephen stood frozen near the doorway — rigid, pale — like lightning had struck him where he stood.

I didn't like that expression.

"I see..." I nodded slowly, processing the claim.
Was she serious? Because I was the last person who would buy into this kind of drama.

"So..." Patricia tilted her head, clearly expecting fireworks. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

Ah.
There it was.

She wanted tears.
A meltdown.
Me running upstairs, packing my bags, collapsing into heartbreak.

Not today.

I'd been broken before. I'd sworn never to let myself shatter like that again. I trusted Stephen — truly trusted him — and I refused to let her theatrics dictate my emotions.

"For God's sake, why all this drama, Patricia?" I snapped lightly. "I don't believe you. One thing I know is — you suck at lying."

I flicked my fingers dismissively.

"Why can't you just leave us in peace? For all I care, you're the last person Stephen would even think of being with."

I let my eyes travel over her from head to toe with a smirk.
I knew that wouldn't go down well.

"Excuse me?" Her voice sharpened, anger flashing in her eyes. "You think I'm lying?"

Tension crackled in the air.
Stephen shifted uncomfortably behind us.

My patience snapped.

"You're a bitch! Get the hell out!" I shouted, pushing her toward the door.

I kept yelling, adrenaline pumping through me.

"Get out!"

"Stephen!" she shrieked, turning to him. "Are you seriously going to stand there and say nothing?!"

He hesitated, then spoke quietly.

"You heard her. She said leave."

Patricia's jaw tightened, fury burning through her expression.

"This isn't over," she hissed. "I promise you both."

I slammed the door before she could say anything else.

Silence filled the house.

I dusted my hands together dramatically.
"Can you believe that?" I muttered.

Stephen just stared at me, stunned.

"What?" I asked, smiling, still half-laughing from the confrontation.

"Nothing," Stephen murmured, pulling me into a tight embrace — the kind that felt less playful and more desperate. His arms wrapped around me firmly, his chin resting against my hair as though he needed reassurance that I was still there.

I blinked.
"Okay... what's going on with you?" I asked, trying to pull back slightly. "Why are you acting all cheesy?"

His grip loosened, but he didn't let go completely.

"I thought you'd hate me," he admitted quietly.

I frowned.
"Of course not. Patricia has always twisted things to get her way. I trust you."

I took his hands in mine, squeezing them gently.
"If she's trying to trap you into believing something... there's only one way to find out."

"DNA?" he asked cautiously.

I shook my head.

"No. Tyler."

His brows furrowed. "Who's Tyler?"

I hesitated, then sighed.
"Her other boyfriend. Or... let's just say, one of them. Tyler and I used to talk. Back when you and Patricia were still together — she was seeing him too."

Stephen's expression hardened instantly.

"What the— She called me the cheat."

I lifted a shoulder.
"Well... neither of you were saints back then. Let's not dig up graves we don't need to visit."

"Tell me more," he pressed.

"Nope." I tugged him toward the table. "We're studying. Exams start Monday."

He groaned dramatically.
"Books again..."

Before I could sit, he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. His warmth pressed against me, his smile teasing.

"Why study when I could study you instead?"

I rolled my eyes, though I felt my cheeks warming.
"Stephen..."

He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine — soft at first, then lingering just enough to make my thoughts scatter. I let myself melt for a moment before my conscience snapped back into place.

"Stop," I laughed, pushing lightly at his chest. "You're distracting me."

"You don't seem very distracted."

"I am. Which is why we're stopping now." I grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the chair. "Sit."

He obeyed, sighing dramatically.
"Yes, professor."

I opened my book, flipping to the marked pages, explaining formulas and notes with careful patience. Outside, afternoon light spilled through the window, dust motes floating lazily in the glow. The quiet scratch of pages turning and my voice filled the room.

But Stephen... wasn't listening.

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Stephen's POV

Her voice faded into background noise.

I watched her instead — the way her lips moved when she explained something, the slight crease between her brows when she concentrated, the warmth in her eyes.

My focus wasn't on textbooks.
It was entirely on her.

She was beautiful. Distractingly so.

Suddenly—

"Stephen!"

I jolted upright.

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Sharon's POV

"Are you even listening?!" I snapped after nearly an hour of explaining.

"Huh?"

My jaw dropped.

"You're unbelievable!" I stood up, frustration bubbling over. "That was a complete waste of my time."

He rose quickly.
"Sharon, I'm sorry."

"Yeah? Then what were you thinking about?"

He smirked, running a hand through his hair.

"That 'waste of time'... was you, babe."

My eyes widened at his words — heat rushing to my face despite myself.