All Chapters of My Bullies Are Twin Hockey Players: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Xavier’s POVI sat there on that bench, my heart pounding as I looked at Jasper’s face. The hurt in his eyes was worse than any physical pain I’d ever felt.“Yes,” I said again, my voice barely above a whisper. “It was Tara.”Jasper stared at me like he’d never seen me before. Like I was a stranger wearing his brother’s face.Before anyone could say anything else, Tara’s voice cut through the tension. She’d appeared in the hallway, her face streaked with tears, Sarah hovering worriedly behind her.“I was the anonymous girlfriend,” Tara said, her voice breaking. “I was the one Xavier had been dating under a mask.”Zoey sprang to her feet, her hand flying to her mouth. “What?”Jasper physically staggered backward, like Tara’s words had hit him with actual force. He grabbed onto the wall behind him to steady himself.“Tara…” he breathed.“He pretended to be someone else,” Tara continued, tears streaming down her face. “He created this whole fake persona online. Jake. He called himself Ja

 Tara’s POV I stood there staring at Jane, trying to process what Xavier had just said. Jane leaked Sarah’s video? Jane, who had called me to warn me about Xavier? Jane, who I’d just been defending and calling “a real one”? It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t be true. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “You’re lying. Jane wouldn’t do that.” But even as I said it, I couldn’t understand why Xavier would care so much about protecting our friendship. He’d been busy playing with my feelings, lying to me for months, destroying my trust. Why would he suddenly care about preserving my friendship with Jane? “I…” Jane’s voice ca

Xavier’s POVI watched Tara walk through the gate and disappear down the street. My chest felt like it was being crushed, like someone had reached inside and squeezed my heart until it stopped beating.I’d lost her. I’d lost everything.The rage and frustration built up inside me until I couldn’t contain it anymore. I turned and slammed my fist into the brick wall beside the gate.Pain exploded through my knuckles, sharp and immediate, but I didn’t care. I hit the wall again. And again. Each impact sent jolts of pain up my arm, but the physical pain was nothing compared to what I was feeling inside.“Xavier, stop!”I heard Zoey’s voice behind me but I didn’t turn around. I pulled back to punch the wall again.“Stop it!” Zoey said more firmly. “Anger isn’t going to solve anything!”I finally stopped, my fist hovering in the air. I looked down at my hand and saw my knuckles were scraped and bleeding. The wall had small spots of blood on it where I’d been hitting it.Slowly, I lowered my

Tara’s POVI walked through the front door of my house and went straight to my room without saying a word to anyone. My parents weren’t home yet anyway, they were both still at work.I dropped my bag on the floor, kicked off my shoes, and climbed into bed fully clothed. I pulled the sheets over my head, curling myself into a tight ball like I could somehow make myself disappear.My phone started ringing almost immediately. I could hear it buzzing from inside my bag where I’d dropped it. I ignored it.It rang again. And again. And again.I didn’t move. I didn’t reach for it. I just lay there in the darkness under my sheets, trying to block out everything that had happened today.Xavier’s lies. Jasper’s hurt face. Jane’s betrayal. Sarah’s rage. The fight. The blood on my lip. The bruise forming on my jaw. Tony’s protective presence. The endless questions from classmates.It was all too much. Too overwhelming. Too painful to process.I must have dozed off at some point because the next t

Tara’s POVI watched from my seat as the crowd around Sarah and Tony grew bigger, everyone desperate to get information about Jane and the video leak. But Sarah just stood there with that cold, hard expression on her face, not answering any of the questions being thrown at her.Finally, she pushed through the crowd and walked to her desk, sitting down without saying a word to anyone. Tony followed close behind her, taking the seat next to hers.The other students slowly dispersed, returning to their own seats but continuing to whisper and speculate. The energy in the classroom was charged and tense, everyone waiting for something to happen.We were all sitting there waiting for a teacher to arrive when someone’s phone dinged loudly. Then another phone. And another. Within seconds, it seemed like everyone’s phones were going off at once.I pulled out my phone and saw a new video had been posted and was circulating rapidly through the class group chats. My stomach sank as I clicked on i