All Chapters of Whispers of the Heart: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I gasped. “Oh my God. What did you say?”“I asked him to repeat himself and he did. He even laughed about it, taunting me. He wanted me to get mad and throw a punch or something but I managed to hold it together. He then went on to say that she was a good lay and that everyone on the team had a taste of her at one time or another. Then, he runs back and gets back in position and just leaves me there with those words running through my head.”“That’s disgusting.”“Yep, disgusting isn’t the word for it, really. But as you can imagine, he gets in my head. Bad. Like there’s no shaking it. I want to hit something, I want to scream. I want to march off of the field right then and there. March right over to the sidelines, where she is cheering for their team by the way, and confront her but I can’t. Gary asks me what is going on after I throw away the next two downs and we are forced to punt. As we are going off the field, the coach is yelling at me but nothing registers. Gary pulls me aside

The entire class erupted in applause and it took Mrs. Muncy a few minutes to get us all calmed back down, even though she was smiling herself. Who doesn’t love the idea of getting out of school or work early? Plus, this wasn’t just something that could be ignored. You had to have water to run a school from the bathrooms to the cafeteria and cooking to the water fountains.Owen glanced over at me with a huge grin and a wink. I loved that grin. I loved that wink. I loved that I could see the gears turning and he was already looking forward to more time together at his house this afternoon. I hope he remembered that Nate was part of those plans but I’m sure he did. He was just happy to have more time out of school with me. With practice also canceled, that meant we really wouldn’t have to leave once we got back in. I was so hoping to persuade him to go swimming because that pool had been calling to me since the moment I saw it while driving up that first night. Plus, the heat index was su

I remember this feeling all too well. This uneasiness, uncertainty. It’s like I can’t escape it. It follows me wherever I go, just lurking beneath the surface and out of reach. I even felt it that first night at Owen’s. The only reason it didn’t rage like a wildfire out of control was that I never fell under the scrutiny of his parents. It was still there, though. The feeling that made it easy to move from Phil’s house. That feeling of knowing it wasn’t my home, not really. I was just a guest. I was always just the guest.The feeling started not long after my grandmother passed away, when I first moved in with my mother. She was shacking up with this guy that she dated before she met Phil. He was a total jerk face and made sure he mentioned to my mother daily, in front of me, that he hated kids and he wasn’t anybody’s daddy. Not that I wanted him anywhere around me to begin with. The man made my skin crawl so I was never more thankful than I was when she left him and we moved out.That

The next morning, I did the best I could to get both Nate and I dressed and ready for school without making a lot of noise. Barb and John were both used to being up late and sleeping in so I didn’t want to take any chances of waking either one. Thankfully, our room was downstairs and their bedroom was upstairs so that made it a little easier to move around quietly without worrying about waking them.Owen texted to let me know he was on his way to get us. It was something I was so thankful for since he was literally having to drive out of his way to do this. I knew he didn’t mind but it was just another thought as to the reasons why I needed to get my own vehicle. I couldn’t rely on other people and there would be times that Owen wasn’t available so I needed to get a plan in motion as quickly as I could to secure transportation.Owen was in a good mood when he picked us up, scooping me up with a big hug and kiss in the driveway. Nate had seen us kiss and hug over the weekend but he stil

It wasn’t the alarm going off on my phone that woke me up. It was a text message. As I lifted the phone, the screen lit up. It was five forty-five and the text was from Phil. I sat up in the bed, turned off the alarm and then opened it to read it.Phil: ‘Happy Birthday, Aurora. Wish I could have been there today but you’re probably better off that I’m not. Hoping to get this mess settled today and be heading home. Yesterday didn’t go so good. Will keep you posted. How’s Nate?” Me: ‘Thank you. Everything is fine here. Nate is good. I’ll let him know you miss him.” Phil: ‘Thank you. See ya soon.”I didn’t bother to reply. I reluctantly rolled out of bed and started getting dressed for the day. I had given a lot of though to my outfit that I wanted to wear today, seeking cute and comfortable. I had recently found a shirt that I loved at a thrift store but hadn’t had the chance to wear it yet and decided last night that it would be perfect for today.It was oatmeal in color with long sle