All Chapters of The Goalie's Tutor: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Jason's POVThe drive back to the town was a blur. Rage consumed me as I drove. I dropped the keys to the rental used back at the mansion and walked straight to the gym in the building's athletic center. It was barely dawn, but the need to purge the toxic shame and blind rage that consumed me was overwhelming.I kept hearing Aria's last words. Celeste is pregnant. And you're the father.Every punch I threw into the heavy bag was fueled by my failure. I hated lies, I hated manipulation, and yet, because of my own desperate need for revenge, I had just enacted a manipulation of my own, and in doing so, made myself what I hated.When I finally stumbled back to the mansion exhausted and sweating, I found two unwelcome, but familiar, figures waiting for me in the living room.Lily and Aiden. They were sitting side-by-side on the sofa, looking all lovey-dovey. They stood up simultaneously when I walked in."Dude, what the hell?" Aiden started, crossing his arms. "I've been texting you for

Aria's POVI kept running up the stairs, but I only made it halfway before I heard the quick, heavy footsteps behind me. I didn't need to look to know it was Dad."Arianna! Stop, please! We are not leaving this here!" his voice sounded strained, and commanding but lacking its authority. I slammed my feet to a halt on the step, gripping the railing so tight that my knuckles almost turned white. I kept my back to him. "What, Dad? You want to finish the lecture about my 'terrible grades? Or do you want to tell me how much I'm disrupting your perfect morning?"He reached the bottom step, breathing hard. "No. I... I want to talk about what you said. All of it. Don't walk away from me, Arianna. Not now when I'm finally hearing you.""There's nothing to talk about. It's the truth," I muttered, fighting another round of sobs."Turn around, please. Look at me when I apologise."I hesitated for a long, moment, then slowly turned. He looked utterly defeated. Not the stern principal I'd grown ac

Aria's POVThe rest of the dinner was a torture session disguised as a polite conversation. Jason kept glaring at me, then at my cleavage, then back at me, while his mother forced him to participate in a discussion about my father's plans for the school. The food was great, but all I wanted to do was wish Emily a happy birthday, thank her for having us over and get the hell out of this place. Call it nostalgia or whatever, being here brought back memories. Memories I'd like to stay buried. I was finishing my wine, ready to bolt before dessert could prolong, when Emily cleared her throat loudly from the head of the table."Right," she said. "This has been lovely, Mr Bennett, Drew. But there's an elephant the size of the Pacific in this room, and he needs to be addressed." She aimed a hard look directly at Jason."Aria, dear," Emily continued. "You and Jason need to talk. Properly. I think it's long overdue. Now, I suggest the conservatory. Jason, take Aria there.""But..." I opened m

Jason's POVThe ice time had been killer today. Coach was already drilling me on defence strategies, even though the season was still a couple of weeks out. We needed the Cup this year. I leaned my head against the cool tiled wall in the shower, letting the hot water sluice off the practice sweat. God, after this all I needed was food and sleep.Or maybe I just needed a text notification from Aria.Focus, idiot, I told myself, scrubbing shampoo in my hair.It had been four days since my mum's birthday dinner, and I was holding onto my sanity by a thread. Aria had completely thrown me off with that whole "do things the old-fashioned way" line. I still didn't know what it meant, but I was pretty sure it wasn't what my hormonal, starved brain wanted it to mean.We were texting. A lot. It was like dating all over again, only ten times the anxiety. Every time my phone buzzed, I felt giddy. Don't double-text. Don't sound too eager. Wait forty-five minutes before replying. Act like I'm bus

Aria's POV"Why!!" I whined, a large frown taking over my face as Jason broke the kiss, holding me at arm's length, obviously enjoying this way more than he should."Because I want to be better." He says. When he says it like that, it's a pretty fucked up reason. It sounded like the most absolutely infuriating, fucked-up reason in the history of break-ups."So you're using self-improvement as an excuse not to kiss me? You're not even my boyfriend anymore. Please..." I tried to plant my lips on his but he chuckled, turning his face to the side. "Jason, please." I groaned, watching his reaction.He held my gaze, his grip on my wrists tightening. "I won't be that guy anymore. It's just like you said. I'm not touching you until..."I hissed, yanking my hands free from his grip. "Who said anything about touching? Who mentioned fucking? You and your filthy, one-tracked mind." It was a lie. My mind was definitely on fucking. "Just kiss me. I want you to kiss me. Don't you want to kiss me?"