All Chapters of My Bullies Are Twin Hockey Players: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Xavier’s POVI sat in my seat trying desperately to focus on the teacher’s lecture, but it was impossible. Every word they said just washed over me without meaning, like background noise I couldn’t tune into even if I wanted to.The whispers around the classroom were constant and distracting. I could hear fragments of conversations, students talking about Jane, about the video of her trash-talking Sarah, about me and Tara, about Jasper leaving.And Tara’s anger toward me was like a physical presence in the room. Even though she was sitting several seats away, I could feel her hatred radiating in my direction. Every time I glanced her way, she was either pointedly not looking at me or glaring at me with such intensity it made my chest hurt.Jasper wasn’t speaking to me at all. He wasn’t even here. My twin brother, the person who’d been by my side my entire life, was gone because of what I’d done. The emptiness of his desk felt like a gaping hole.I was so deep in my thoughts, spiraling

Tara’s POVI sat in the cafeteria during lunch, mechanically munching on an apple while my mind wandered through everything that had happened. The apple tasted like nothing, I was just eating because I knew I needed to, not because I actually wanted to.Zoey sat across from me, pushing her food around her plate without really eating either. We’d both been quiet most of lunch, lost in our own thoughts.Finally, I couldn’t take the silence anymore. “What did you and Sarah talk about?” I asked. “When you went after her earlier.”Zoey looked up at me, and I saw her hesitate. Her expression was conflicted, like she wasn’t sure if she should tell me or not.“Zoey, come on,” I pressed. “We’re going to see Jane after school. I need to know what we’re walking into.”Zoey glanced around to make sure no one was close enough to overhear, then leaned forward and lowered her voice to a whisper.“Things aren’t looking good for Jane,” she said quietly. “Like, really not good. They might not only expe

Jasper’s POVI woke up that morning after two days of staying home from school, and I knew I couldn’t avoid going back any longer. My parents had been understanding about letting me take time to process everything, but they’d made it clear that I needed to return to class today.I got dressed mechanically, putting on my uniform and gathering my school supplies. The whole time, I could hear Xavier moving around in his room next door. I could hear him getting ready for school too, and the sound made my jaw clench with anger.For two days, Xavier had been trying to apologize. He’d knocked on my door countless times. He’d sent me dozens of text messages. He’d left notes under my door. He’d even tried talking to me through the wall that separated our rooms.I’d ignored every single attempt.I wasn’t ready to hear his excuses or his explanations. Every time I thought about what he’d done, lying to Tara for months, watching me develop feelings for her while secretly being involved with her h

Jasper’s POVSeeing Tara’s silence, feeling the weight of her non-answer, I felt something crack inside my chest. I nodded slowly, the movement painful, like my neck was made of broken glass.“You gave Tony a chance,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. “You gave Xavier a chance, even if it was under false pretenses, you still opened your heart to him. You even took it on with someone who didn’t show his face, someone who could have been anyone. But you couldn’t give me a chance. Not me. Not the one person who was actually honest with you from the beginning.”Tara’s eyes filled with tears. “Jasper, that’s not fair….”“Isn’t it?” I interrupted. “I’ve been nothing but real with you, Tara. I never lied. I never pretended to be someone I wasn’t. I just… I was just myself. And somehow that wasn’t enough.”“You’ve been the realest person to me,” Tara said softly, her voice thick with emotion. “Out of everyone, you’ve been the most genuine, the most honest. I know that.”“Th

Xavier’s POVI woke up with a pounding headache that made even thinking feel like a monumental task. The sun was streaming through my window, casting harsh light across my room. I groaned and rolled out of bed, stumbling toward the bathroom.The hot water of the shower did nothing to ease the tension in my shoulders or the weight pressing down on my chest. I stood under the spray for longer than necessary, letting the water cascade over me, wishing it could wash away everything I’d done, every lie I’d told, every person I’d hurt.When I finally emerged from the bathroom, I was dressed but felt no better. My head still ached. My heart still felt broken.I made my way downstairs, hoping to find some peace in the quiet of the morning. That’s when I saw Jasper in the hallway, heading toward the kitchen. I immediately moved toward him, desperate to say something, anything, to bridge the gap between us.“Jasper, wait…” I called out.He didn’t even look at me. He simply continued walking, hi