All Chapters of My Bullies Are Twin Hockey Players: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Tara’s POVAfter the confrontation with Jasper, I lost all the energy of going on a hike break. I would rather wander around the street; there’s not much difference. I stared down at my phone, which had been buzzing constantly with calls from Jane for the past hour. Every time I see her name pop up on my screen, I feel this mixture of anger, hurt, and confusion that makes my chest tighten. The sound of the ringtone is starting to drive me absolutely crazy, but I can’t bring myself to answer because I have no idea what to say to her.How do I confront my best friend about sleeping with Jasper? How do I even begin a conversation like that? Do I just come right out and ask her if it’s true? Do I demand an explanation? Do I yell at her for betraying me? I don’t know how to handle any of this.After about the fifteenth call from Jane, my phone starts buzzing with Zoey’s name instead. Now both of my best friends are desperately trying to reach me, probably because they can sense that somet

Tara’s POVJust as I’m trying to figure out how to respond to Sarah’s question, my phone starts buzzing again. I look down and see that it’s Zoey calling me for what must be the twentieth time today.But how come? I mute her number. I shook off the thought and immediately declined the call, sending Zoey straight to voicemail just like I’ve been doing all afternoon.“Cutting the call isn’t going to solve anything,” Sarah observes, watching me reject Zoey’s attempt to reach me.“I’m not ready to talk to them yet,” I tell her defensively. “I don’t know what to say.”Sarah shakes her head like she thinks I’m being naive. “You’re going to have to face them eventually. And honestly, even if Jane and Zoey are bitchy for what they did, they still probably regard you as a genuine friend. Avoiding them completely is just going to make everything worse.”I know she’s probably right, but the thought of actually having a conversation with Jane and Zoey about what happened makes my stomach churn.

Jasper’s POVI pace around my room desperately, checking the clock every few minutes and wondering when Tara is going to come back to the house. She’s been gone for hours now, and I have no idea where she went or what she’s doing.Every time I hear the door slam or footsteps outside, I rush to my window, hoping to see her returning. But so far, there’s been no sign of her. The waiting is driving me absolutely crazy.I keep replaying the conversation she overheard between Xavier and me, cringing at the memory of Xavier’s cruel words about her character. I can’t believe he said those things about her, and I can’t believe I didn’t defend her more strongly.But what bothers me even more is knowing that she learned about my mistake with Jane and Zoey. The look of hurt and betrayal on her face when she realized what I had done will haunt me forever.I shake my head in frustration when I remember the excuse Xavier gave to our parents about why Tara was upset with us. He told them that Tara w

Xavier’s POVThe silence in the dining room feels absolutely suffocating. I can feel the weight of everyone’s disappointment pressing down on me like a physical force. My mother looks hurt and confused by my admission that I lied to her, Tara won’t even look in my direction, and Jasper seems lost in his own guilt and anxiety.I push myself to confront the truth that’s been growing clearer with each passing hour; I really am a terrible person. The things I said about Tara were inexcusable, the lies I told our parents were cowardly, and the deception I’ve been maintaining with my fake Jake identity is probably the worst thing of all.The silence drags on until finally my mother speaks again.“I think you boys need to give Tara a proper, respectful apology for the hurt you’ve caused her,” she says firmly. “And I mean a genuine apology, not whatever half-hearted excuse you might be tempted to offer.”She looks at both of us sternly. “Tara deserves better treatment than what you’ve given h

Tara’s POVI pace around my room frantically as I dial my mother’s number, my heart racing with worry and frustration. The phone rings several times before she picks up, and when she does, she sounds even more stressed than she did this morning.“Mom, are you okay?” I ask immediately, not bothering with pleasantries. “Dad said there was an emergency. What’s happening?”“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry about the change in plans,” my mother says, and I can hear exhaustion in her voice. “Something urgent came up that we have to handle immediately.”“What kind of emergency?” I press, needing to understand what’s so serious that it’s keeping them away for another entire week.My mother hesitates before answering. “It’s a work situation that requires us to travel unexpectedly. I can’t go into all the details right now, but it’s something that can’t wait.”The vagueness of her explanation only makes me more anxious. “Mom, you’re scaring me. Are you both safe? Is everyone okay?”“We’re fine, sweethea