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2026-07-13 23:08:11
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The Captain that was never mine Slut
One moment I was kissing Brad and the next Stacey was screaming, trying to attack me, the entire room was staring. To be honest, I was carried away by the alcohol but I held insurance for myself so I wasn't scared, I guess it's time I do Stacey a favor and expose this scumbag, but then Sebastian intervened. He shoved Stacey away so hard she hit the floor. The crowd gasped at his action and I stood there, stunned, my heart hammering against my ribs. He defended me. Sebastian Hale, had just publicly stood up for me, what the fuck was he trying to do?! But before I could process it, his hand wrapped around my arm in a firm grip. “Come on,” he muttered in a low voice dragging me like some knight in shining armor. I tried to pull away. “Sebastian, what are you—” He didn’t listen. He started dragging me through the crowd toward the exit. His grip was strong but not painful, yet the force of it made my skin crawl with discomfort. People stared as we passed whispering softly. Oh gr
The Captain that was never mine Chapter 15
Sebastian POV I was sitting at my desk, surrounded by notes and textbooks, working through the history review questions Shirley had drafted for me. Surprisingly, the session earlier had been productive. She was a good tutor when she wasn’t mad at me. My phone buzzed repeatedly. I ignored it at first, but the notifications kept coming. When I finally checked, I realized I’d been added to some group chat, probably by Stacey. Pictures from the party flooded the screen. The party looked fire. People dancing, lights flashing, drinks flowing. The mansion was packed. I scrolled through a few more photos and saw the address Stacey had sent me earlier. I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen. I used to be a party guy back at Westfield, attending almost every event thrown. Maybe going tonight wouldn’t be the worst idea. It could be a good way to blow off some steam and actually try to make connections at Hawthorne instead of hiding in my room. Besides, I thought, and if i had no
The Captain that was never mine We kissed
Shirley POV The evening of Stacey’s birthday party finally arrived, and I was standing in front of my massive walk-in closet feeling slightly overwhelmed. Kayla had come over to help me get ready, and the moment she stepped inside my closet, her jaw dropped. “Girl… your closet looks like an entire mall!” she exclaimed, running her hands along the racks of clothes. “This is insane.” I shrugged with a small laugh. “We’re rich, I guess. Dad has a lot of connections and brings in good money. Most of these clothes just sit here though. I don’t really have many occasions to wear them.” Kayla grinned mischievously as she started browsing through the dresses. “Well, tonight is the perfect occasion.” After rejecting several options, she pulled out a sexy, short black gown with a deep V-neckline and delicate lace detailing along the sides. It was form-fitting, ending mid-thigh, with thin straps and a subtle shimmer that caught the light beautifully. “This one,” she declared. “You’
The Captain that was never mine Invite
Sebastian POV I caught myself staring at Shirley again during the session. She really was different from what I’d expected. At first, I thought she might be genuine and felt guilty for lashing out her before, that was rude of me, but she looked like someone who didn’t fall for Brad’s charm. But when Kayla mentioned Stacey’s party on the phone earlier, I saw the way Shirley’s face lit up. I didn't expect her to be the socialite type, I mean she looks like a lowkey nerd. "I thought you weren't friends with Stacey, I mean both of you argued in the hallway," She looked at me raising an eyebrow, "She invited the whole school, and I have my reasons." Reasons? Yeah right, the only reason I could think of was Brad. Why the hell was I even thinking about Brad right now? I shook my head, readjusting my mindset. I wasn’t here to get involved in their drama. I was here to improve my grades, get back on the ice, and survive this forced transfer. We finished the rest of the session in rel
The Captain that was never mine Can you stop looking at me like that
Shirley POV Stacey’s smile sharpened. “Good. It’ll be fun. Lots of people. Lots of… surprises.” She and her clique walked away, leaving me standing there, no matter how suspicious it looked, I still wanted to go. Remember Shirley, you came here with one goal, don't let some shitty social anxiety scare you off. I adjusted my mood and walked to my class. During lunch, I found Kayla at our usual spot and immediately dropped down beside her. “So… Stacey cornered me this morning,” I said, unwrapping my sandwich. Kayla’s eyes widened. “Again? What did she want this time?” “She invited me to her birthday party this Saturday,” I replied, watching Kayla’s reaction. “Said it was ‘just harmless talking’ and that the whole school is basically invited.” Kayla snorted. “Yeah, right. Stacey is not up to any good. That girl doesn’t do anything without an agenda. She probably wants to humiliate you in front of everyone or something.” “I know,” I said, taking a bite of my sandwich. But then I s
The Captain that was never mine Suspicious invite
Shirley POV Sebastian sat down across from me with that same cocky attitude from the morning, though it was dialed back a notch. He ran a hand through his dark hair and sighed. “I think I might actually need help.” I folded my arms, keeping my expression ice cold. “Oh wow. Looks like you finally decided to listen to Mr. Principal.” He didn’t argue. For the next few minutes, I pulled out my notebook and wrote down a list of materials he’d need, along with a structured weekly tutoring schedule. I slid it across the table without a word. Sebastian picked it up, scanned it, and immediately frowned. “This doesn’t leave me any time for extra practice. I can’t afford to fall behind on the ice.” I raised an eyebrow. “Do you want good grades or not? Because according to the coach, you’re not stepping on that ice until your average is above 70%.” He leaned back in his chair, studying me for a long moment. Then a slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips. His green eyes darkened
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