Glass Hearts [BL] Chapter 153: Wake the Fuck Up, June

June’s POV

"June, you’re breaking your own heart for nothing. Ren doesn’t look at you that way. He never will. You’re chasing a fantasy, and the whole ti you’re blind to the fact that I’m right here. I actually see you."

My chest cracked.

He glanced away. "You think I’m so asshole who just wants to get in your pants? Maybe I am. But at least I’m honest about wanting you. Ren? He doesn’t even notice you. Not the way I do. Not the way I always have."

The hallway spun around . My throat burned.

Holy shit.

"You’re unbelievable." My laugh cracked. "The sa guy who told I wasn’t his type this morning? Who rips apart every chance he get? And now what, you pin against a wall, shove your tongue down my throat, and suddenly I’m supposed to believe you’ve been secretly in love with ? You’re sick, Ian."

He nodded, but his eyes glinted with sothing darker.

"You think I’m sick? Fine. But tell this, June, if you didn’t want , why the fuck did you kiss back? Why did you moan when I touched you? You think I didn’t hear it? Your body already told the truth."

My stomach sank. Heat rushed up my throat. "Fuck you," I spat, my hands shook.

"You think that ans anything? I didn’t want that. I didn’t want you."

He leaned in closer, curling his lips, whispering in that low, seductive tone.

"Then why didn’t you stop sooner?"

My chest heaved, I couldn’t breathe. "Because you pinned , you arrogant bastard!"

His expression flickered. "Pinned you, yeah. And you lted. Don’t act like you didn’t."

Tears stung my eyes. I wanted to scream, hit him, erase the way his words clung to .

"You’re obsessed," I choked, my voice shaking.

"At least I’m not obsessed, wasting my ti pining after so guy who’ll never even think about you that way." His voice dropped low. "Wake up, June. He’s never going to see you that way."

"So this is it, huh? You tear down, make feel like shit, then act like I should be grateful you want ? Like I should throw myself at you because Ren doesn’t?"

His jaw flexed. He stepped closer. "You think I’d trash my own room just to get you here for fun? You think I stare at every other girl the way I stare at you? You really don’t get it, do you? You drive insane. Every ti you laugh, every ti you smile, every ti you look at him instead of ....it kills ."

My throat closed, heat clawing up my skin. "You’re obsessed. That’s not love, Ian. That’s not even real. You just want to fuck , add to your collection, like everyone else. That’s all you know how to do."

His lips twisted. "If all I wanted was your body, I could’ve had it tonight. But I didn’t. I stopped. You told no, and I stopped. You think I’d do that if I didn’t give a damn about you?"

My head scread liar, manipulator, bastard.

But my chest was sprinting, because so part of knew he wasn’t lying.

"You don’t care about ," I spat. "You just want to win. That’s all this is, isn’t it? Another ga. You don’t even like ....you just hate that I don’t fall at your feet like every other girl."

His eyes darkened.

"You really think I’d risk this much just to play a ga?" he asked. "God, June, I’ve ruined myself for you already. Don’t you get it? Every girl I’ve been with after the day I t you. I wanted them to distract from you. And none of them worked."

"No." I shook my head hard. "You don’t get to say that. You don’t get to twist this into so kind of tragic love story when all you’ve ever done is humiliate , confuse , push around until I didn’t know which way was up."

"And yet you still kissed back. Twice."

Sha poured through . My lips still felt swollen. "Stop it," I snapped. "Stop saying that like it ans sothing. I didn’t choose that. You cornered . You kissed . You stole it."

"I didn’t steal it. I just showed you what you’ve been pretending not to feel."

I gasped. "Pretending? Are you insane? I feel nothing for you."

He sighed.

I shoved him with everything in , my voice started breaking as I scread, "I hate you!"

"Hate all you want, June. Hating cos I told you the truth or confessed feelings? You’re hilarious."

I folded my arms, staring at him.

"The other night at the rink. I couldn’t get you out of my head. When you caught staring at you while you were singing. When you ca to watch the ga. Hell, even when you went to see Ren? You don’t think I saw that either? The way you kept fixing your hair, tugging at your dress, checking your reflection like maybe if you looked perfect enough he’d finally see you?"

"So you’re stalking now?" I glared at him.

He kept going, relentless.

"You changed yourself for him. For a guy who doesn’t even give a fuck. And it kills watching you twist yourself inside out for soone who’ll never look at you the way you want. Ren doesn’t like you for you, June. You know that."

"Shut up." My voice cracked, but he didn’t stop.

You don’t need to do any of that for ." His gaze dragged down . "Not the exposing dresses. Not pretending to be soone you’re not."

My stomach twisted. His words sank in.

"I already notice you," he said, softer this ti. "I’ve been noticing you since day one."

My hands shook.

Then his jaw tightened. "Wake the fuck up, June. Ren’s not gonna choose you over his girlfriend."

For a second, I wanted to claw his eyes out. Tell him he didn’t know shit, that he was lying, twisting my feelings just to get under my skin.

"You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about," I snapped, but my voice cracked, betraying .

God, Ian was right.

I felt it crack inside . The ugly truth I didn’t want to admit: I’d been killing myself, trying to make soone see who never would.

Ian was actually right.

I had adjusted my hair. Wore that floral dress, smoothed it several tis. Binge watched makeup tutorial videos overnight. Checked the damn mirror ten tis before Ren walked out.

And the way Ren smiled at ... God, that his soft, sweet smile, it was enough to make my chest ache for days. He was gentle, patient, kind in ways Ian could never be.

But Ian’s words... they stabbed deeper because they felt true. Ren was nice, sure. Sweet even. But never mine. Never looking at the way I wanted. Not like this. Not like Ian was staring at right now

My throat closed, my eyes burned. I shook my head, but the tears ca anyway.

Ren had a girlfriend, I just have to accept that.