All Chapters of Her Hockey Stepbrother, Her Worst Enemy, Her Beloved: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Talia's POV. Everything was a mess. I should have listened to my guts, I should have stayed back and pretended to be sick. I should have kept to myself. As the girl groaned in pain, my eyes gathered with tears. I was the reason she had sprained an ankle. What was I thinking in the first place? I had a lot going on in my mind to even think I was going to be focused on performing. The whispers grew into a loud chatter and I stood stiff, my neck tilting in all directions. “That's Talia, I heard she's a big deal in her school. She's obviously overhyped,” “Even an amateur won’t crash into their competition. Desperate brat” “She intentionally did that, she's as bitter as they say she is,” The whispers pierced through my heart, searing my skin as if I had been shoved into a furnace. The medic took the girl away and the other twin, almost identical, glared at me. She skated in my direction and shoved me to the floor. “What is wrong with you?” She growled. I fell on my ass, my head

Maxton's POV. The Winston bulls had to be the saltiest team we had ever played with. They lacked respect and structure. It was all giggles and laughs when they were at the top, but as soon as we came back harder in the second half, they started playing rough in an attempt to bully us and end up as winners. Johnny and Jason were pretty feisty and were quick to return whatever energy they were given on the field. And soon, a fight had flared up between our team, Jason and the Winston bull; a guy named Roman. The fight went on with a few punches thrown. It threatened to get bigger when Johnny tried to jump in his defense, but the officials broke it up before it got lethal. It took a few more minutes before we stood into formation. I clutched my hands tight against my hockey stick. Then, I adjusted my helmet and arched forward with my stick poking out to the ground. The whistle creaked through the air and we spread out, our sins focused on moving the hockey ball to the goalpost.

Talia's POV. We searched all over the arena for Chris and Bambi but we found them nowhere. It was as if they had disappeared in thin air. Even the game had ended and the crowd dispersed out, but yet they evaded our eyes. We searched until we were tired. “I'm guessing they might have left, Deej,” I leaned against the bonnet of a car. “Yeah, even Bambi or Chris’ car isn't here. Where could they have gone,” Deej brushed her hair backwards. “Beats me, those two are up to no good. I'm sure Chris must have run his mouth to Bambi,” “I can bet on that,” she hissed and rolled his eyes. “It's not even up to an hour. Anyway we're lucky he didn't get to know the truth,” I slouched my shoulders as heaved silently. How sure were we? Why couldn't I get rid of this weird itch on my skin? I knew it was a sign that something was wrong. Something was going on that I did not know off but I could sense it. “Let's head home already. You need to rest,” Deej voiced. “I don't think you'd want to rub in

Talia's POV. “Talia, Talia, Talia.” She called thrice, clapping her hands slowly. “You really had me fooled… oh I'm sorry, you had us deceived," she walked up to me and circled around me. “Did you really think we were going to be so dumb?” My breath hitched as I swallowed hard and tried to follow her eyes. “I don't know what you are talking about?” “Oh please, don't act coy with me,” she leaned closer, gritting her teeth at me. “We both know why you are here,” “You don't!” I growled back. She took a deep breath and crossed her arms. “ Really, then take the spotlight, tell me why you came rushing into the ladies room. Were you looking for Chris? Were you afraid that he has tea on you,” she looked over to the windows and smirked, flashing her eyes. I scoffed at her scornful act, giving it my all to cook up a random excuse. “First of all, it's not your business what I do in the restroom. And second of all, why would I be searching for Chris in the ladies room?” She rested her arms

Maxton's POV. My muscles had frozen into a temporary stiffness. My eyes were the only thing moving in my body, and it barely glanced at Talia and my father. I wanted to step in to stop my father from screaming at her. He could see the way she was terrified, panicking and shaking, but a thought occurred in my mind. She didn't try to prove the rumours wrong. She only shed tears, tears that ushered more as she tried to wipe them off. Moreover, her mother barely looked at her or even questioned her. Talia was really pregnant and she kept it a secret. From me. “Answer me!” My father growled, his veins bulging on his neck. She crawled back on her knees until her back was against the wall, then she stood up breathing heavily and short of words. “Carter, maybe we shouldn't be so harsh,” Mrs Herman managed to speak up, her voice weak and shy. “She's cold and trembling,” My father turned in her direction like an aggressive lion that was about to pounce on her. “Harsh? You call this har