Lahat ng Kabanata ng Breaking The Rules For My Star Hockey Boyfriend : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

CLARAIn a short while, the event came to an end. Life was good. Maybe not yet but it looked like it was about to be better. The thought alone made me smile. I looked around the space, clutching the gift bag and souvenir that was given to me. “Come on, I'll take you home.” Rowan whispered, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Or do you have something else to do?” He asked me who shook my head. Right at that instant. “No. Not at all. I'm more than ready to go—” I explained with a smile while giving him my hand so that he could take it. “Let's go. Come on. Or do you have something to do?” There was a chuckle. Then he shook his head. “The only thing I have to do is take you home. Then head back from there to my own home. Do you understand?” He took my hand and we began to move—catching up with the main entrance where I caught sight of Elena who sat all by herself. “Uhm, Clara?” Clara? That was my name. What did she want from me now? “What do you want?” That was Rowan who asked. “

CLARAI never expected Rowan to show up at my door — not today, not with that look on his face.The morning had started like any other. I’d woken up late, scrambled to edit the articles for next week’s issue of The Inkline, the student magazine I somehow ended up running. Between chasing after writers who never meet deadlines and rewriting headlines that could actually make sense, I’d barely had time to eat. By afternoon, the kitchen smelled of freshly baked bread and simmering stew — Brenda’s doing, of course — and I offered to help, just to get my mind off work.“Clara, you’re supposed to be the editor, not my assistant,” Brenda teased, her cheeks pink from the heat of the stove.“I needed a break from staring at my laptop,” I said, kneading dough that refused to behave. “Besides, it’s not like the magazine will collapse if I take ten minutes to make lunch.”She chuckled, but before she could reply, the doorbell rang — sharp, twice, the way only someone confident enough to be impati

CLARAMy coat around me, I made my way out of the party, my heart slamming in my chest. Even though the master of ceremonies was probably not at fault, I couldn't help but hate him even more. Why come up with such a ridiculous game? How did everyone in that room expect people to kiss people they barely knew?I shook my head angrily, staring at the moon. It peeked through the clouds, as if trying to laugh at me because it was partially its fault that I had agreed to come to the party. There was no “light in the darkness” stuff at this party. So far, all I had seen was the darkness, and the master of ceremonies had only proceeded to make things even worse. Standing outside, I rubbed my hands together in the cold, staring back at the party, envious of the fun that everyone was having. My mind wandered to Rowan, and for a moment,I wondered how he was going to feel after I had rejected the offer of kissing him. The anger on his face and his voice when he had tried to call me back as I

ELENAMy heart slammed repeatedly in my chest as I watched from my car as Clara was lifted into a vehicle and driven to the school clinic which was about a few miles away from the party hall. I glanced at Nora, who sat beside me, her hands trembling. Her breath was unstable, and without being told, I could practically smell the fear on her breath. Nora, on the other hand, sat in the backseat, motionless. She seemed to be calculating her next move, and I knew that unlike the rest of us in the car, her hatred for Clara wasn't envisioned or borrowed. She had hated Clara right from the time she had worn a ballerina competition where they had both participated. Lyra never believed that it was fair because she eventually found out that Clara's mother and the head judge were acquaintances. To me, it was such a weird accusation. And it wasn't enough reason to hate someone so much because they had both been in high school as at that time. Added to that, there was a huge possibility that

AARON I stared at her in disbelief. I knew Clara very well. I also knew, even though I wasn't entirely sure that she was involved with a guy called Rowan. The Clara I knew saw me as a friend and nothing else. Women knew how to gatekeep their feelings, but with Clara, it was different. She was so open, so laid-back and inviting. That was what made me love her in the first place, that warmth and the way she seemed to welcome everyone into her life with open arms. It was a part of her I loved and cherished so much. “You can't make someone love you, Elena.”Elena shook her head at me firmly. “You see, that's where you're wrong. You can make someone love you. If only you have the right tools and materials to do so. If only you plan well, efficiently and effortlessly. You see, I have those tools, Aaron, and I know you'll love to know what those tools are.”My heart clattered in my chest again. How was it possible that Elena, who barely even knew me knew so much about me? I didn't tru