A Deal With My Hockey Captain Stepbrother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

ELIANA Walking down the noisy hallway, I take in the surroundings, reminding myself about my plan to focus on my studies and avoiding trouble. Most students are in small groups, recounting about what they did over the summer break with their boyfriends while others are gossiping about anything and everything. "Me and my boyfriend did it for the first time during the summer inside the cabin!" I hear a girl giggle happily as I pass by, minding my own damn business. I smile and shake my head. At times, I feel like I don’t belong here because I’m a little older than most of the students and most of them act immature. The majority of the students in my senior year are eighteen years old, a few seventeen while I’m nineteen. I fell sick while in fourth grade and I couldn't attend school the whole year. Every time I remember, I always curse that damn year! Jackson is eighteen and equally annoying like his peers. My jaw twitches when I remember the exchange between us in the kitch

ELIANA Standing by the window in my room, I’m watching while Jackson is training. He’s standing on a white, large shooting pad laid out on the driveway under the bright security lights. He has a heavy-duty regulation metal goal net, a bucket full of pucks, and his stick tightly clutched in his hands. He’s shooting pucks over and over again. Slapshots, wristers, backhands and he looks so focused and determined to get it right, each hit harder than the previous. And each time the puck hits the metal goal, his lips move to spit a curse and he repeats. He's wearing black shorts, his strong masculine legs a proof of not missing leg days. The white polo shirt is hugging his muscles and I’m damn sure that he's doing it intentionally to show everyone that he doesn't miss the arm day either. His upper body is moving in sync each time he twists his hips and hits the puck, his core doing the heavy work. Jackson is taking turns shooting the puck at the goalie from different angles, both t

ELIANA After a twenty minute drive, my car pulls up at the school’s parking lot at my usual parking spot. I turn off the engine and grab my backpack from the backseat then alight the car. I look around the parking lot and my lips curl into a smile when I spot Ethan's car parked a few metres from mine. I can't help but feel that ache in my heart, the desire to see him. Without a second thought, I turn on my heels to go find him. Today is an important day to him, to both of us and I want him to know that I have his back. I will always do. Always. We have been dating for two damn years now but it feels like yesterday. He's my first boyfriend, my first everything and we have made so many plans together. We have a whole future planned out and I can't wait for it to turn into reality. A simple house with a picket fence, a dog and two or three kids, him achieving his dreams of being a professional hockey player, fulfilling my dreams of becoming a sport's doctor since I love hoc

ELIANA The redhead has her hands wrapped around Ethan's neck and he's leaning forward slightly, his hands tightly secured around her waist and they're kissing passionately, lost in the moment as though the outer world doesn't exist, they're in their own bubble of passion. He's sucking her lower lip, slowly and gently, his eyes shut and he pulls her closer as if he can't get enough of her. Like she's the sweetest thing that he has ever tasted in his entire life. It feels like time has stopped for a split second, everything moving in slow motion, the celebrations by the python team becoming distant noises. I blink once, twice, thrice, hoping maybe, just maybe, my eyes were playing some dumb games to me but…my heart twists inside my chest when reality sinks in, hard for me to grasp. It's really happening. The box slides from my hand and drops on the concrete floor.The red velvet hits the concrete floor with a thud, cracking open and the watch that I bought for Ethan as a gift

ELIANA Uncle James pulls me into his arms, his strong hands firm around me as if it’ll be enough to protect me from the tormenting pain. From the entire world. “It hurts really bad.” I confess out loud, hugging him back tightly as though my life depends on it. Or maybe it did. “I know. I know. I'm so sorry.” He says, giving my body a gentle squeeze and planting a kiss on my hair. The sobs that I have been trying hard to suppress break free, hard for me to hold back that much longer. For the first time in a long time, I allow myself to let it go, succumbing to the pain because I’m afraid that if I hold it all in a minute longer, I'll die from heartache. “It's going to be okay. Your uncle is here for you. I’ll always be here.” He says, stroking my back gently. Reminding me that he’ll always have my back even if the world turns against me. More tears stream down my cheeks, letting it all out. ______ After hugging for a while and I’m a little calm, we finally pull off from