All Chapters of Mister Grumpy Hockey Star Is My Secret Boyfriend : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LUTHER Everyone stops to stare, and their eyes on me feels like I'm trying to balance a boulder on my shoulders. Marlon’s eyes are piercing, and full of so much hate for me. I can't believe that was the jealous mother fucker that pulled me out of another date just days ago. We are right there in the middle of it all, seizing each other with our eyes, and God, I want to use another brick on him again. Harder, this time around. “Hey, hey, hey, guys,” Bernice jumps between us. “Please, let's not, okay? This is all a misunderstanding. Luther is sorry, let the janitor do his job.” Marlon’s eyes move lower and land on hers. “Luther will have to be the janitor this time around. I mean, it should not be too much trouble for him. His mother is also the janitor/waitress at the Western diner.” Some of the students gasp, and my throat constricts with throbbing pain. “What did you just say about my mum?” “You heard me, Luther, there is no need of repeating myself.” He says. “, everyone, du

LUTHER Somehow, I was thankful that Marlon waited to take me home– plus his car is super nice, the leather seats feel so gentle against my skin. He is blasting his weird ass music and whistling along while I keep my eyes out of the window. The nicer houses finally gives way to the less nice ones – one of which I stay in. He slows down once he gets to my area, and pulls up just a few feet away from my lawn. Since he refused to apologize for the stupid thing he did, I have also decided that he is not going to get a ‘thank you’ for driving me home. As I step out of the car and shut his door with a loud bang, he scoffs and throws his hands into the air. “You're welcome, asshole!” I flip my finger behind him and walk to the door. He zooms away, his music causing a nuisance as he goes. I would have just gone through the door because of how bone tired I am, but I see my mother in the garage(which also serve as our shed). The lid of her car is up, and she is waist deep, clanging her

MARLONSeeing Bernice like that on the ground has left something inside of me snapped. It takes me back to six years ago, when I found my sister curled up in her bed crying. She had sneaked past our ridiculously expensive minders to go to a party, and someone spiked her drink. She was sexually assaulted, her entire body was violated by the bastard, but somehow she made it back home. We could have told Dad, he had the money to track down the bastard that did that to his favorite child, and he would have paid, but we didn't. We didn't want our father to experience the intense sadness that came with knowing what happened to her, and she just wanted it to be forgotten. So, yes, we pretended it never happened, but the truth was that that night never left our memory. As soon as I saw Bernice curdle over herself under the sink, I immediately went on my knees and gave her my hands. “Are you okay, Bernice?” Her breath is so shaky, like someone that had come face to face with death. “No

LUTHER “Oh my God, Luther.” My mother has her hands pressed against her face. She looks traumatized by everything I have just told her about the Bernice and Collins case. We are both sitting in the living room, the fireplace crackling because I just threw him some good woods like a few minutes ago. “Jesus, Luther, how can a kid do that in a school environment?” She shakes her head. “And the poor girl, I can't imagine what her and her mother is going through.” There is one piece of information I failed to tell my mother, and it's that the police didn't find any semen on her. It's been me and my mother for so long, and I've somehow become a fierce ally of women's rights, so imagine me saying I don't think this is what everyone thinks it is. It has been a few days, and except the teachers who had been pretending that everything is fine, everyone is working overtime to solve this case. Like under experienced detectives. One thing is clear, the Hudson family are pursui

MARLON Luther's phone call has caused something to settle in the pit of my stomach. I somehow knew that something was up with Bernice, but I sure as hell didn't even consider the fact that she would do something as wicked as this. Collins’ entire family has turned on him, even though they are very willing to pay the legal fees to clear their family name. He has insisted over and over again, but no one believed him totally, not even me. I refused to speak to him, to give him a chance to explain himself, because I didn't want myself to feel any sympathy for him. The crazy fact about this is that Collins is in my house right now. I'm alone, my Dad is out of the country, and my sister has gone to take another professional exam outside of Densberry. Collins came beating my front door with tears in his eyes and he said he can't take it anymore. “I didn't do it! I didn't fucking do it!” He repeated, but I stayed in my room and refused to see him. I told the servants to allow him