Semua Bab Her Hockey Stepbrother, Her Worst Enemy, Her Beloved: Bab 91 - Bab 100

TALIA'S POVI stood there, confused. Me? Cause a fight between the hockey and football teams? A fight bad enough for parents to get involved? Come on...“What do you mean?” I asked, brow lifted. “I don’t remember causing any fights. I barely even know anyone on either team besides...” I trailed off, then added, “...besides Maxton over here.”“This is useless,” the man I assumed was Steve’s dad said. “Boys fight all the time. You shouldn’t have called me for this because I had to cancel an important meeting just to be here, Principal Riles.”“I understand, Mr. Williams,” Principal Riles said, trying to calm things. “The issue is they are graduating soon and they don’t need this on their school records, it could hurt their college chances. I know boys fight, but we need to get to the bottom of this so both teams can reach an agreement and we can make sure it never happens again.”“And somehow you think the root of this fight has something to do with this boring girl right here?” a woman

MAXTON’S POV‎‎I stared at the text I sent to Talia, the one where I apologized and agreed to be her tutor while waiting for her reply. About five minutes later, a notification popped up. I opened it and saw her message:‎‎”Oh really? Thank you so much. Wink”‎‎I let out a small smirk and tossed my phone aside, not bothering to reply.‎‎I picked up the ice pack she had brought me and pressed it against my cheek as I looked into the mirror. I was pissed. I had said things to Talia I shouldn’t have, all because I was scared. I didn’t want to be vulnerable with her again. I didn’t want her to think I still cared but the truth was, I did.‎‎Even though I kept trying to move on, even though I told myself over and over that I was done with her, it didn’t feel true. Deep down, a small part of me still cared.‎‎But it doesn’t matter. I am not going to let myself be that vulnerable to her again. Agreeing to tutor her is just my way of apologizing for what I said to her at school. Honestl

Talia's Pov“I am not afraid of you, Steve. I am not,” I said with my head held high as I glared at him, refusing to let myself be intimidated by his tactics.He let out a small smile as if my words were amusing, stepped back a little and then added, “let’s see how long it takes before that little confidence of yours breaks into pieces.” He walked out of the classroom leaving me alone in there. I let out a sigh, my eyes traveling to piles of dirty undies on my table. I grimaced, trying hard to control myself from gagging. I picked them up by the tips of my fingers, walked towards the empty trash can and dumped them. Everyone laughed, but I ignored them. I went back to my seat, settled down, whipped out my phone and plugged my headphones in, blasting the music at full volume, a desperate attempt to get rid of my classmate's derogatory comments and annoyingly painful laughter.Two classes later, I was heading to the library in search of the devil herself; “Emily”. If she wasn’t in the

TALIA'S POV “Break into Steve’s house tonight,” I muttered as I checked my wristwatch. I had just gotten home and it was only 7 pm.‎‎This was risky, but Kyle said it was our only shot at finding out a thing or two about Steve.‎‎He said Steve keeps a computer in his room and gets extra cranky when anyone touches it, which made Kyle think he’s hiding something. If I could get my hands on that computer, I might finally get some answers.‎‎My heart raced. I already imagine the layout; the back window, the porch light, Kyle's flashlight, the code he would try, and the smell of Steve's cologne that always lingered. I rubbed my palms and counted steps. There was no turning back.‎‎Kyle also said tonight was perfect, Steve won’t be home. He plans to crash at one of his flings’ places, so it will be easier to break in.‎‎“Maxton,” I muttered under my breath, suddenly remembering I had an appointment with him. The break-in was set for around 12 a.m. and Maxton had said he would tutor me

TALIA'S POV He raised his brow, looking confused like he was trying to process everything before saying, “What’s there about New York to talk about?”‎‎I was stupid, really stupid, no doubt about that. I didn’t want to talk about New York. Honestly, I had decided to bury that memory so deep it would never have a reason to come back up again.‎‎“Hmmm,” I trailed off, trying to find the right words. I was dumb, and I can admit that. The real problem is that whenever Maxton mentions that girl Aaliyah, my brain goes crazy. I get so jealous that I start blurting out the most unnecessary stuff just to fill the silence. “I don’t know, I was thinking maybe we could just talk about it and maybe I could apologize for…”‎‎“There’s nothing to talk about concerning New York,” Maxton said casually, turning his attention back to his phone as he scrolled through it. “You already said it yourself. Whatever happened in New York was just temporary fun, and you were right.” He paused, then looked up