Semua Bab Stuck between Hockey Player and his Quarterback Brother: Bab 1 - Bab 10

And I was right. Those familiar blue eyes locked with mine way before I even approached the table. His lips pulled in a smirk as I approached them.“Well look who we have here,” He drawled, leaning back on the seat with a cocky smile. “Never thought I'd see the day you'd serve me, Jordan.”My fingers dug into the basket handle until my knuckles turned white. Ten pairs of eyes pinned me in place, stripping me bare without a single touch.It made me wonder if I should have just bought the beer and headed back home.“You know her?” one of his team members asked.“Not really. Just one broke ass I tend to run into quite often,” Atlas snickered and my eyes flickered to him.I could feel the rage coursing through my veins as he uttered the words. My heart clenched so hard that I had to shut my eyes and will myself to stay calm because I was practically shaking with anger.Their laughter cracked against me like a whip, each sound burning hotter than the last. Atlas has always been ashamed of

“You there, get over there,” she ordered. I could feel my annoyance building up. Every time I encountered girls like her, it made me super mad because they reminded me how much of a chronic cheat Atlas was and how foolish I was to waste a whole year of my life on him.I took a step forward.“A little birdie told me that you've been eyeing my boyfriend,” Charlotte crossed her arms. “Care to explain?”No, I don't. There's nothing to explain.My eyes shifted to Emilia who was hiding behind the girls. So she spilled my secret and couldn't even bear to look me in the eye. Other bestfriends fight for their girls but her, she stabs me in the back and even spreads the news.I wondered if Charlotte knew that she was sleeping with Atlas too. Probably not, because that cute little face of hers would have been rebranded.“I have nothing to explain,” I told Charlotte.Charlotte’s glossy pink lips curved into a smirk that made my skin crawl. “Oh, you have something to explain, sweetheart. Because I

Atlas called my name at the top of his voice, more like he thundered my name, loud enough to bring down the walls of the cafeteria. He walked towards me his eyes never leaving mine and for a split second, the memory of every kiss, fight, every betrayal came washing down over me like rainfall.“Tamine,” Atlas said again, his voice even colder this time, like he was daring me to ignore him.“She’s busy,” Evans responded , his voice steady, his arm tightening around my waist against my will. The warmth of his touch seared through my shirt, a silent declaration like he owned me and that made the air in the cafeteria stiff.“Atlas’s glare slid to his brother’s hand on me. The muscle in his cheek twitched. “Take your arm off her.” when Evans did not respond, Atlas’s jaw ticked and he sneered. “I wasn’t asking you.”By now, the cafeteria had gone completely silent, every pair of eyes glued to us. Different cutleries clinked against plates, hushed whispers everywhere like static. This wasn’t

/-Evans-/I don’t lose focus. Not on the ice, not in the gym, not in life. But I noticed that ever since that cafeteria showdown, Tamine Jordan had been a distraction getting under my skin and I have been unable to push her out.I tried to no avail to shake off the image of her standing up to Atlas, her voice trembling yet firm, eyes blazing with fire , refusing to be pulled like a rope in a tug-of-war. The way she glared at me after, cheeks flushed, chest heaving , I would be lying if I said I wasn’t replaying that in my head..But what stuck the most? She hadn’t denied him. She hadn’t said she didn’t want either of us.And that? That drove me crazy.Practice ended late, the rink empty except for me dropping slap shots into the net long after the rest of the team had hit the showers. Each shot I delivered was harder than the last, motivated too by the thought of Atlas showing up in her life again, trying to stake a claim he obviously did not deserve.By the time I finally was done,

/-Tamine-/If only hell had a hallway, it would look exactly like this blackridge’s Corridor. Phones being raised. Whispers buzzing. Atlas and Evans facing off like gladiators, with me in the middle as the prize no one asked to be.And me? All I just wanted was for the ground to open and swallow me whole, nothing else.“Tamine,” Atlas said again, soft this time. It was his voice from before, before Emilia, before the lies began. The voice he used when it was just us, when he would sneak me into his car and hold me until the world outside didn’t exist.Oh God, I hated that my chest still tightened at the thought of that.Evans’s arm tightened around my shoulders, pulling me closer, like he could sense the crack in my armor. His body radiated heat, steady, unyielding. “She is with me,” he repeated, louder this time, his eyes locked on Atlas.The air between them was electric, so sharp it scraped against my skin.I needed to breathe.“Enough guys,” I muttered, shoving lightly at Evans