Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Bullies Are Twin Hockey Players: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

  Tara’s POV I wonder why Xavier looked at me like that and then ran away afterwards, but I don't really care. I'm more focused on finding my friends in this crowded party. I scan the room until I finally spot Zoey and Jane among the other people.  "Tara!" Zoey calls out when she sees me. "You finally showed up!" Jane grins widely. "We were wondering if you would truly remain in your room." "I almost didn't," I admit, walking over to join them. "But you look amazing!" Jane complimented, looking me up and down.  Zoey nods enthusiastically. "Seriously, you're

Tara’s POV I couldn't concentrate on anything the teacher was teaching; my mind kept replaying what happened yesterday. The way Jake's voice sounded when he moaned my name. The way it made me feel. The way I couldn't stop myself from touching myself while listening to him.I shook my head, trying to push the thoughts away. I couldn't afford for anyone to notice something was wrong with me. Especially not Zoey and Jane, who could read me like an open book sometimes.I forced myself to stare at my textbook, pretending to take notes about whatever the teacher was saying, but the words blurred together. Every few minutes, my mind would drift back to that phone call, to the sound of Jake's breathing heavily, to the way my body had responded without my permission.The bell suddenly rang, and I jumped. I'd been so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't even noticed class was almost over. I quickly shoved my books into my bag and tried to act normal as students filed out of the classroom for brea

  Tara's POV  It's Friday morning, and I can't stop giggling to myself. I keep breaking into these random smiles that I can't control, and I feel like my heart is going to explode from all the excitement building up inside me. Tomorrow, actually tomorrow, I'm going to meet Jake for the first time. Just thinking about it makes my stomach do these crazy flips, and my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. I've been planning this moment since I’d grown a feeling for him, never knowing a day like this would come. And since he brought the suggestion of meeting, I've imagined what he'll look like in person, what his voice will sound like when he's standing right next to me instead of a phone call. Just yesterday, I picked out three outfits already, and I might still change them tonight.  

Tara’s POVIt’s Saturday evening and I’m sitting in front of my mirror for what feels like the hundredth time today. I keep checking myself over and over again, asking myself if I look presentable enough. Do I look pretty? Do I look too desperate? Does my hair look okay? Is my makeup too much or not enough?But there’s no one here to answer all these questions that keep running through my head, so I grab my phone and go to our group chat. I started a video call with Zoey and Jane because I really need their help right now.“Girls, I need you to be completely honest with me,” I say as soon as they both answer the call. Their faces pop up on my screen, and I can see they’re both in their rooms too.“Oh my god, Tara, you look amazing!” Jane says immediately when she sees me. “Is this for your mystery date?”I turn my phone around so they can see my full outfit. I’m wearing a simple blue dress that I thought looked nice, but now I’m having second thoughts about everything.“Do you think I

Xavier’s POVI am more nervous than I have ever been in my entire life as I walk into the hotel room. My hands are shaking, and my heart is beating so fast I think it might explode. When I see Tara sitting on the bed, my whole world stops for a moment.She looks so beautiful sitting there in her dress. Her hair is done perfectly, and she has this shy smile on her face that makes my stomach do crazy things. I can’t believe she’s really here. I can’t believe I’m really doing this.“Jake?” Tara calls out my fake name, and my whole body shakes when I hear it. The guilt hits me like a punch to the chest, but I nod anyway. I quickly close the door behind me, my hands trembling as I turn the lock.I walked over to her with the flowers I bought and the gift box I spent hours picking out. My legs feel weak, and I’m worried I might trip or do something stupid.“These are for you,” I say, my voice coming out quieter than I wanted it to. I hand her the flowers first, and she smiles so brightly th