Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Jock's Secret Crush : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

SETH I’ve been living a pretty fucked up life for as long as I can remember. After mom and dad divorced, all I have done is bounce between two homes, one where I was told I wasn’t needed, and the other where I wanted to be but couldn’t because hey, the judge don’t feel the same. And that was the start of when everything went from bad to worse. I could write sagas about the shit I have done, but that book would be like five hundred pages long and a story so sappy, it would make the strongest person cry. And I wasn’t here to open old chapters, or rewrite them, or talk about it. I wanted to forget, I needed a clean slate and coming over to stay with my mother was the best option. I had moved forward in my life. I’d come really close to destroying it, but the stubborn bone inside my body wouldn’t let me. Here I was in a small town of Bountyville with no one having a clue as to what kind of a person I’d been. I planned to

SETH I shouldn’t have done that. I know. I shouldn’t have left without a word, but you could say that Emily-Mae made me nervous. I remember the first time I’d seen her a few weeks ago. I’d gotten shit-faced that night but I hadn’t forgotten her face. I had no memories of that party but she had stuck with me, and I’d continued to look for her. Sometimes spotting her in the hallways and before I could think of striking a conversation with her, she’d disappear. We didn’t even take any classes together so I didn’t know her name that time. And then one afternoon during lunch, I saw her sitting in the campus garden alone at lunch under a large tree, eating out of a brown bag, typing something in her Macbook, and I was sitting inside the building, looking at her through the glass walls. I was surrounded by the members of my ice-hockey team who were goofing and talking about some shit that I was barely interested to sit through. My a

EMILY He seemed uncomfortable throughout the movie for some reason. Or pissed, like super irritated. What was wrong with him? Was it me? Had I said something to make him mad? We were watching The Proposal, and I don’t know why we’d even chosen that movie because I wasn’t paying attention to it, I spent most of my time staring at him. “Are you mad at me?” I asked. “Why would I be mad at you, Emily?” He asked, “you’re my employer. Employees don’t have a right to be mad at their boss.” “Boss’s daughter you mean.” “It’s the same thing.” He retorted. “Would you like to watch another movie?” I asked him, changing the subject. I was eating the macaroni like a hungry buffalo, “this is sooo good.” “Thanks.” He said, exiting the movie, “I don’t like watching sappy shit. You’re okay with watching horror?” I hated horror. Like completely. I didn’t do creepy clowns, serial killers, or haunte

EMILY In the morning, I tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen slowly, afraid I’d have to face Seth. I’d spent half the night thinking about his naked body and the next half constructing scenarios of how the conversation would go.The bottom line is, I hadn’t slept much. I had to dab some concealer and the pressed powder to hide my tired eyes. It was a good thing that my makeup skills were at a pro level. My winged liner had game.I rounded the corner and walked into the kitchen stealthily.But this was my house, so why was I walking like a burglar?Seth was nowhere in sight. Then I remembered he usually went to school early because of the Ice-hockey practices. Their season was coming up soon so that meant he would be busy in the games again.The aroma of fresh food wafted from the kitchen island. There was some food left on the counter covered in saran wrapped plates and bowls.I removed the foils caref

SETH “Hey!” I said over the phone. “My Honeybun, what are you doing?” She cooed at me in her teasing voice. I was tempted to tell her I wasn’t hers but kept my mouth shut. “Shopping.” “I went to your apartment but that loser neighbor of yours told me you moved out. You never even told me about it.” I could feel her pout through the phone even though I couldn’t see her. “Yeah...uh...actually, I found a better place. I’m renting the studio apartment at the Vasquez’s.” I blurted out without thinking. Shit! “You mean sweet-potato Emily’s house? Whoa! Can you even afford that place?” She asked, giggling like the evil witch from the west. “Well, since we are taking Spanish together, she’s giving me a huge discount. She’s pretty cool.” “Since when did you start noticing that potato?” I was getting irritated by the second, “do you need something, Staysha?” “It’s been su