All Chapters of The Goalie's Tutor: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Aria's POVHad Jason's voice ever been this low and terrifying? No. Had his eyes ever blazed while directed at me, the answer was still no.Fuck! I could feel the cold plaster of the wall pressing against my back. For three minutes, we stood that way, none of us speaking. When he tilted his head to the side, I took a very deep breath."I... I was panicking, babe," I stammered, fighting to keep my voice even, trying to summon some convincing tears. "Look at your parents. It was a lot, okay? I ran out, and I called Aiden."I forced myself to meet his eyes, making my own swim with what I hoped looked like distress, not guilt. "I called Aiden because I thought maybe he knew someone who could help. You know, some rich contact. He told me to meet him at the corner coffee shop to talk about it.""What the... Aiden is not in town, Aria. I know that. I spoke to him minutes ago," Jason countered instantly, his lips thinning. "Don't insult my intelligence." "Okay, fine!" I snapped, throwing up

Aria's POVHe was still standing by the window, swirling the cloudy liquid in his glass. He'd taken a huge gulp, and I knew the potent herbal extract wouldn't take long to hit."You know," he murmured, his gaze still fixed on the lights. "I'm still trying to track where that money came from. It's like tracing a ghost. Three layers of shell companies in three different jurisdictions. Someone really wanted this to be untraceable."I shrugged. "What about the IRS?" I asked, pushing him further to keep talking. Because I'd rather listen to him, than let the guilt eat me up alive."Dad said the case is at the High Court. But he's pretty sure he'll win because of some lawyers he didn't hire. Strange right?"He walked over to the plush, king-sized bed and sat down. He took another long drink."It doesn't matter," he continued, settling back against the pillows, his tone becoming noticeably slower and softer. "It doesn't matter who did it. For the first time in weeks... I don't feel like ther

Aria's POVI opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. His face... was etched with such profound betrayal and disgust that it physically hurt to look at him. "Tell me, Aria," he repeated. "What did you sell me for? I know but I just want to hear it from your lips.""I... I didn't sell you, Jason," I finally choked out, in a thin and reedy voice. Tears that I definitely hadn't planned sprang to my eyes, but I knew they wouldn't help me now. He would see them as manipulative, just like the lie."Don't you dare insult me with another lie!" He roared, finally losing control. He slammed his hand against the wall beside the bed, making the wooden frame shudder. "You drugged me! You abandoned me! I woke up next to that... that bitch! Don't tell me you didn't sell me! Was it for the fifty million? Was it just one night?"I flinched back from the force of his anger. "Yes! It was just one night, nothing more! But I did it to save your family! I did it for you!""Save me?" he scoffed. "F

Aria's POVI drove home from school in a daze, Celeste's words... I'm pregnant... a sickening mantra in my mind. The house was so cold when I entered. Although I doubted whether it had anything to do with the weather.I threw my backpack on a sofa and headed straight for the kitchen, not out of hunger, but out of habit. I needed to talk to someone, anyone, who wasn't currently judging me.I pulled out my phone and texted Lily hesitantly. It took a whole three minutes before I gathered up the courage to hit the send button.Hey. I know you're mad, but I really need a friend right now. Can we talk? Meet up? Just for an hour?I waited. It took less than five minutes for her to reply and for me to know that I'd made a stupid mistake by asking her. Her reply came, not as a text, but as a Snapchat.It was a photo. Lily, smiling widely, sandwiched between two girls I vaguely recognised from the cheer squad. The caption was a cheerful, careless jab. Out with the girls! 💅I stared at the scr

Aria's POVMy brother tried all he could, but as soon as he finally crashed upstairs, exhausted from his travel and my emotional breakdown, I slipped out.I ended up at some dimly lit, pretentious bar downtown that I usually wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole. It was loud and dark and thankfully anonymous.I was three-quarters through a strong cocktail, a sticky, neon-blue concoction, and the room was starting to spin just enough. The way I wanted.'It doesn't matter. Girls stick together.' Elisa's words. I clutched the icy glass, a small, sad smile twisting my lips. I missed Lily. I missed Jason. I missed being... us.I decided to order another drink, wobbling slightly as I signalled the bartender. My outfit, which had felt like an act of rebellion when I put it on... a black, tight halter top and high-waisted, shiny leggings... now felt ridiculously exposed in the lighting. But I didn't care. I felt like I deserved to be seen. I turned back toward the bar too, waiting for my refil