Semua Bab Sinful cravings for my hockey step brother : Bab 101 - Bab 110

VIANA"Now watch, you fold it in slowly. Don't rush it.""Okay.""Viana.""I'm watching, mum."I was not watching. I was standing at the kitchen counter with a wooden spoon in my hand, staring at the bowl in front of me and seeing absolutely nothing. My mother kept talking but I couldn't really make out the words she was saying.I couldn't help but think about what had gone down yesterday especially with Marissa having a clue that something was going on between Alvin and me.That only spelt trouble and I knew it.I couldn't face anyone anymore after I stepped out so I grabbed my bag, waved goodbye to a confused Emily and ran out of the fields. I knew he was staring at me but I didn't look in his direction.I practically walked home, stewing in my thoughts. I kept playing everything over and over till I came to the conclusion that I was going to avoid him forever if I needed to.I began to stir the spoon faster and my mother's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.”"Fold, Viana. Not sti

ALVINI hadn't taken my car that morning. Mostly because my shin pain got worse when I got back home last night so I had to call Kevin and Devin over to pick me up for my hospital visit and trust me, it was a terrible idea.Kevin couldn't stop talking about how overprotective I was of Viana and Devin looked like he had a lot on his tongue to say but he didn't and instead, he kept watching me with that look.So what did you tell her when you dragged her away like a sack of beans?” Kevin said, honking at another car that had just overtaken his.“It's none of your business.”Unfortunately, I thought that would get him off my back. It didn't.He only kept pestering me more till we got to the hospital and even during my check up that the doctor had to send him out.Worse, he did the same on our way to practice, during practice except when he was on the field and I wasn't because the coach didn't want to stress me too much so I sat on the bench during training and all the other guys sat far

VIANATwo days.He had been acting like I didn't exist for two full days and I was trying very hard not to let it bother me as much as it did.At home, it was almost impressive how well he did it. I would come downstairs and he would suddenly need to be somewhere else. I would walk into the kitchen and he would be walking out of it.He had even been having his dinner in his room, saying he needed to watch the re-run of the practice matches so he could note his teammates' mistakes that they would improve on. And to be honest, that sounded like a good enough excuse so my mother had been allowing it.Once, we met in the hallway but he had his headphones on so I intentionally bumped into him but once he realised it was me, he turned around and almost ran down the stairs. He tried his hardest not to make it seem so obvious but he was doing a terrible job at it.In school, it was the same thing. I would see him from afar and by the time I blinked he had turned a corner. I stopped trying to

ALVINGo, go, go. If you can't outrun your opponent then you have no business being on my damn field!” Coach yelled.I was on my fourth extra lap when the whistle finally blew."Alright, that's it!" Coach Richard's voice rang out across the field. "Last training before Saturday. Go home, rest and don't do anything stupid. I need all of you in one piece."Everyone started moving toward the sidelines and I slowed to a stop, hands on my knees, just breathing through it. My shin was screaming at me and my entire body felt like it had been wrung out and hung to dry but I straightened up and walked toward the others and made sure nothing showed on my face."Alvin."I turned in the direction of where my name was called and saw that Coach Richard was waving me over and I walked to him, keeping my stride as even as I could manage.He looked me over and nodded at my leg. "Are you ready for Saturday?"My shin hurt and I wanted to wince but I held it in. I couldn't afford to be benched for a big

ALVINThe plate of mac and cheese was sitting in the trash. I had found it right where I left it this morning when I went to check up on her. I didn't know what made me feel worse, the fact that she hadn't eaten anything last night or the fact that I was the reason why she chose to spend the rest of her night in her room without eating.I was sitting at the kitchen island with a black coffee, staring at the steam rising from the mug, when Viana walked in.She didn't look at me, she went straight for the fridge, grabbed a carton of orange juice, and poured herself a glass. The only sound in the room was the liquid hitting the bottom of the glass.She looked in my direction, at the load of bread and contemplated walking over to grab it but she thought against it and continued drinking her glass of juice.She didn't need to starve herself because of me so I grabbed it and held it in front of me in her direction.She looked at it, contemplating snatching it out of my hand and thankfully,