All Chapters of PUCK ME, STEPBROTHER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Little BrunetteJulian’s POVI can't get that little brunette out of my head.It's been twenty-four hours since the coffee incident, and I'm still thinking about it. Not because I care about the ruined shirt—Dad's credit card can handle a dozen replacements. It's the way he looked at me afterward that won't leave me alone. Like I was the bad guy. Like I was some kind of monster instead of the victim who got drenched in hot coffee.The disrespect is eating at me.I don't let things like that slide. Ever. When you're at the top of the food chain at a place like Blackridge, you stay there by making sure everyone knows their place. And that transfer student clearly doesn't know his."You're quiet today," Marcus says, dropping into the seat across from me in the dining hall. "Everything okay?"I shrug, stabbing at my lunch. Around us, the usual crowd is gathered. It always happens like this—wherever I sit, people follow. It's been that way since freshman year. Being captain of the hockey t

Truth Or Dare?Julian's POV This is exactly what I live for.The Morrison house is packed with people, music loud enough to make conversation impossible unless you're shouting. Beer everywhere, students from Blackridge getting drunk and stupid.And they're all looking at me like I'm the reason this party matters.I'm holding court in the main living room, sprawled across the biggest couch with my teammates flanking me like bodyguards. Marcus is telling some story about practice yesterday, but I'm only half listening. I'm too busy enjoying the way people keep glancing over at us, the way conversations pause when I laugh, the way girls keep finding excuses to walk past our corner.This is my world. These are my people.Jake appears with another round of drinks, expensive stuff that his parents probably don't even know is missing from their liquor cabinet."Hayes," he says, handing me a beer. "You see the turnout? Half the freshman class showed up just because they heard you'd be here."

Locker Room Julian's POV Having Bryson on the team is driving me fucking crazy.It's been two weeks since he made the roster, and I can't stop watching him. Every practice, every drill, every time he's on the ice. He's getting better fast - too fast for someone who'd never played before.And my teammates are starting to notice."Did you see that play Bryson made yesterday?" Tyler says during lunch. "Kid's got some serious balls.""Yeah, he checked Davidson so hard I thought he was going to cry," Marcus adds, laughing.I stab at my food and try to look like I don't care. But I do care. I care way too much.The problem is Bryson doesn't play scared. Most rookies come in trying not to mess up, trying to stay out of the way. Not him. He throws himself into every play like he's got nothing to lose.It's making my game look boring.I've been the team captain for two years. I'm the star player, the one everyone looks up to. But lately, I'm pushing harder in practice, taking stupid risks, t

What Are the Odds?Julian's POVI shut myself in my room the second the introductions were over. I could hear my heart beating like I had just lost the biggest game of my life. The door clicks behind me, and I lean against it, trying to catch my breath.What the fuck just happened?I keep replaying that moment in the foyer. Bryson's stunned face mirrored my own horror when we saw each other. The coffee shop disaster. The dining hall humiliation. The locker room confrontations. The way he knocked me flat during scrimmage while my teammates laughed.And now he's my stepbrother.My father's new wife's son is the same boy who poured coffee all over me on his first day. The same kid who danced on that table like he owned the room. The same nobody who somehow stole the spotlight on my ice.It feels like the universe is playing some cruel joke on me.I cross to my bed and sink, staring at the trophies lined across my shelves. Everything I've worked for, everything that defines who I am.My m

Car RideBryson's POVThe next morning, I decide I want to return to campus. I can't handle another day in this mansion, pretending everything is normal while Mom gushes over Julian and I try not to punch something every time she mentions his name.I find Mom in the kitchen, sipping coffee and reading something on her tablet. She looks up when I walk in, that bright smile already spreading across her face."Good morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?""Fine." I pour myself a cup of coffee and lean against the counter. "Actually, I think I should head back to campus today."Her smile falters. "Already? But we just got you settled in, come on, a few more days won't hurt.""I know, but hockey practice starts getting more intense this week. I should be closer to the rink, get back into my routine." It's not entirely a lie. Practice is getting harder, but that's not why I need to leave.Mom sets down her tablet, concern creasing her forehead. "Are you sure? I was hoping we could spend mor