All Chapters of Breaking The Rules For My Star Hockey Boyfriend : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ELENAIt was only one week—one week to my last days in the house. Whatever was going to happen when I got to the school bothered me more than my own reputation. There was no difference, at all. I would be there and humiliated. “Good morning.” I walked out of my room and down the stairs, catching sight of Nana who served a tray of meals. Maybe for my parents—definitely not mine. “Good morning, Nana.” I managed a smile. I didn't know whether I meant it or not. Fear was an understatement of what went on in me and I could not wait for this moment to finally end. “Good morning, Child. Did you sleep well?” Did she really ask me that? I wondered for a moment, confusion plastered on my countenance while I changed my mind and managed the same fake smile. “I slept well, Nana. Thank you for asking.” Then I looked around. “What about my parents? Where are they?” I looked around again before looking at the older woman. “They went to work. I'm sure they should be home by the weekend. Didn't t

ELENAIt was my luck, to a point. I was happy—not entirely but at least, have my phone. They had given it back to me and many answers would be given to almost—if not all the questions I had. “Thank you, Mom. Thank you, Dad.” Once again, I greeted. There was nothing more I had to say. All I wanted now was privacy—as much as I could get. “I'll be in my room.” Standing up at that moment, I was leading my way back up the stairs, many thoughts running around in my head as I feared the unknown. What now? What do I expect? Thoughts—many of them that I couldn't control ran around in my head. “Maybe this was a wrong idea—” I opened my mouth and spoke, changing and making up my mind to be in the space of my bedroom. At least, before making any assumptions or conclusions. After a while of walking, I stood in the space of the bedroom—holding back myself from screaming. Before anything, I took a seat. Not on the bed, but on the couch. A place where I did a lot of thinking. What was going

ELENAThe day had come. It was supposed to be yesterday. Not today. But I had skipped because I was scared. And then the school management didn't think twice before reaching out to my parents who reached out to Nana and then Nana reached out to me as well. Too many reaching out. “There's nothing you can do to run away from this.” Why did she remind me? Did I tell her I didn't know? A sigh escaped my mouth as I got off the bed, catching up with the closet where a towel was snatched. “I don't know what to do. Or how to think about it. But I know I don't want to go back to that school.” I looked at Nana and then continued. “Another thing I know you know is that I don't want to be there. Why can't you and my parents help me by taking me out?!” Without waiting for an answer. An answer I knew I wouldn't even get—I leaned my back against the wall—leading my way into the bathroom next. “I'll be out soon. You can go back to work, Nana.” “Who says I want to work?” I watched her from

CLARAThe sun streamed through the blinds of my bedroom, forcing me out of bed. It was one of those days for me when laziness seemed to be the order of the day. I stood up, scratching the back of my neck and cheerfully packing my hair in the most fashionable way I thought possible. I parted the blinds, allowing the sunlight into my room, freeing the blinds from its momentary suffering. My hair, as usual, seemed to have a mind of its own. Even before I made my way toward the bathroom, it was already proving that it was going to be one of the reasons I would go late to school. It was scattered in all directions, and I patted it continuously in a bid to restore it back to its normal state, all to no avail. Thinking that water would restore it to a better state, I made my way into the bathroom. There, I used shampoo, water and whatever I could think of in a bid to make sure that it wasn't scattered and I was able to wear it to school. When I left the bathroom and looked at the mir

ROWANNow that she had come back, I didn't know what to do. Or even say. This seemed like a perfect time to speak with Clara. For all that I knew, it looked like the best time to bring up a conversation or even make her speak with me. But why should I stress myself over her? There was more than a lot that I had to do and one of them was to get ready for this competition. Elena came back to school this week and the competition was in two weeks. What sort of distraction was this? I looked at the watch on my wrist and then looked at the gate of the field to see who was coming in and who wasn't. Many of the boys had gathered. So many of them. What was left was the coach who had yet to make it into the space so that the rehearsal could begin. A sigh escaped my mouth for the umpteenth time and I wondered if it was okay to place a call to the man. Or maybe I should let him be. Which one was better? I didn't know—I leaned my back on the wall and concentrated more on my thoughts tha