บททั้งหมดของ Game of Hearts: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Jenna Brooks’s POV My heart froze with fear as I tried to open the door by continuously tilting the door knob but to no avail. I felt my heart race, I had always been scared of being trapped in enclosed spaces, dark enclosed spaces. Crunching hit my ears from behind, accelerating the already rampant pondering of my heart. I sunk to the ground, was this the newbie prank? Who would do something so mean? The crunching got louder and i clutched my knee, trying to block out the noise. I felt a chill of unease run down my spine. My eyes were focused on the door…waiting. Please. Please. Just open. Then, like a miracle, the closet door swung open, flooding the small space with light. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. And there, standing before me, was Liam. As I quivered on the hard, cold floor, my breath hitched in my throat as Liam stepped forward. Without a word, he reached out and enveloped me in a warm, protective hug. The kind of hugs in high school movies.

Jenna Brooks’s POV He gently pulled back the hair over my ear to kiss my neck, giving me goosebumps that caused a shudder to run down my spine. His eyes on mine, he leaned more forward until our faces almost touched. His fresh apple shampoo smell was distracting. For some reason, it made me feel warmer. His lips hovered around my face a little until it was about to touch mine…Knock-knock-knock! Jenna, are you in there?Shit! That was Jeanette’s voice. I pushed Conrad off of me and he landed on his back. I sprinted off the bed and made sure Conrad was already on his feet before opening the door.“What took you so long?” Jeanette asked me as soon as I opened the door. I had never been this nervous.Reaching out her hand, she placed her palm on my hot cheek. “Why’re your cheeks so flushed?” she whispered.“Nothing, Jean. Let’s go.” I held her hand and walked out of the room and down the stairs to meet Auntie Laurel. “I need to go groceries shopping for tomorrow, who wants to tag a

Jenna Brooks’s POV As I saw Conrad approach us, my breath hitched in my throat. Why was he here all of a sudden? What happened to ‘I think we should keep the distance for a while’?“I need to speak with Jenna.” Conrad said, turning to Liam who was still standing there. “But I’m talking to Jenna right now,” Liam replied.Conrad suddenly grabbed my wrist and my eyebrow’s furrowed in confusion. Why was he doing this to me? Why can’t he just tell me what exactly he wanted?“I need to talk to you, Jenna. Now.” Conrad said again, his tone intimidating.As he tried to take me away, Liam suddenly grabbed my other wrist, “I was here first!”Both of them were now holding both my hands and it felt like they were going to split me into two halves. Why not just do it now?!I yanked my wrist off Liam’s hold but Conrad’s grip was way too tight. He pulled me towards the quiet auditorium while I whispered ‘I’m so sorry,’ to Liam whose gaze followed us until we disappeared. Now in the quit

Jenna Brooks’s POVNEXT DAY… Throughout last night, I pondered over the possibility that Pstar7 was actually a student of Fox Lane High. Then I tried to guess who could possibly be Pstar7. Who was smart enough to be him? When I realized the guessing was driving me nuts, I decided to drop a text in his Dm but he still hasn’t replied my text since last night.“Class…” Mrs Andrés voice statled me. She was standing in front of the class, waiting to get everybody’s attention.I glanced at Olivia’s seat again, she wasn’t in school yet. Why? She was usually the first to arrive and the first to leave. I texted her a while ago but there was no response.“Class, Olivia Downs is absent. Does anyone know where she lives?” Mrs Andrés asked.Everyone exchanged glances and it seemed like they were all confused. We all thought we knew Olivia but the truth was, we didn’t know her enough to know where she lived. How?!!!“No one?” Mrs Andrés asked again before her gaze landed on me. “Jenna?”I fu

Jenna Brooks’s POV “Exactly, Jenna. Olivia’s really manipulative.”How could Olivia try to gas light me? I thought we were friends! I pursed my lips and clenched my fists into tight ball. Try as I might, I could not contain my anger. Within seconds, I erupted like a volcano.“How could she be so shallow? How could she try to manipulate me? I thought we were friends? We had lunch together! We skipped PE together! We made fun of the art teacher’s bulging glasses together! I tell her literally everything! I stopped wearing glasses because she said I was way more pretty without them…oh my God! Was that a lie to?…”Conrad didn’t say anything. He just glared at me. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”“Let it all out, shortstuff.”I felt a familiar flutter in my stomach. He called me shortstuff? That was his nickname for me when we were kids. He hasn’t called me that since I came to Fox Lane and i thought he had forgotten about it. But I was wrong! I have never been more happy about b