Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fake Hearts On Ice: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

My feet moved faster than they should have as soon as I got to the dorm. I dashed into the bathroom and took a shower. I was late. The game was thirty minutes in and I was still at the dorm. Shit. I promised I would be there for the game. I put on his shirt, standing in front of the mirror, checking myself out in his shirt. I slid on the face cap, grabbed my phone, and dashed out of the house. I got a cab and drove down to the stadium. My phone buzzed with messages. Ava and Jake. JAKE: Hey babe, give me five more minutes. Do not leave okay? JAKE: Did you leave? JAKE: Where are you? JAKE: Answer my messages. JAKE: We were supposed to be on a date, where the hell are you? JAKE: Lila? My eyes scanned through the messages. He looked upset. How dare he get mad at me when he was the one who left me standing under that sun for five hours? I ignored his messages and opened Ava’s. AVA: Girl, where are you? AVA: The game started. AVA: It’s a mess. AVA: I have never seen Ethan

I knew he somewhat blamed himself but I never expected that he would carry all those thoughts on his own. It wasn’t even his fault. He wasn’t even the one who hit me. But as I looked at him, the way his brows arched, the way the fear spread across his face, the way his fist clenched, teeth gritted, it made me realize how much I had downcast what had happened. He hated it. It scared him. “I’m sorry.” I found myself apologizing because I didn’t know what else to say. Do friends even feel this way towards each other? Ava would. She would blame herself too if she and I were in a situation and I ended up getting hurt alone. Would Jake blame himself? “I thought not seeing you and not talking to you was for the best.” His warm voice pulled me out of my thoughts. My head lifted and I locked eyes with him. His lips curled into a smile, “But this past week made me realize that you and Mason are really siblings… You both have this pull that makes it impossible for anyone to turn their

Ethan’s hands were the first to touch me, soft yet firm. He pulled me away from Jake without thinking twice, Mason by his side and Ava’s arms around me, like a mother hen shielding her chicks from danger.I held on to Ava with fright. Jake had never treated me like that before. He had never held me too tight or stared at me like he was just a few steps away from hitting me.“Do you care to explain why your hands are on her?” Ethan’s voice was darker and deeper than I was familiar with. My eyes dart towards his fist, clenched, holding back as he glared at Jake.Mason was next to him, ready to back up Ethan if Jake acts up.What if they hurt Jake?The grip wasn’t that bad though.He must have been scared to see me walk away. It’s probably not a big deal. I should stop the boys from making matters any worse.“Do I need a reason to hold my girlfriend, Ethan?” Jake sneered, his eyes glaring at Ethan, his jaw clenched so tight that I could see his veins pop on his head.Why was he so pissed

“Hey, Jake.” I muffled, biting back the shy smile that kept tugging at my lips. He reached for my hands and I didn’t flinch, instead, I felt that wet warm soft palm, the gentleness of his palm, as if he was trying to erase the bruise he left on my wrist.“I missed you.” He muffled, head buried as he held my hands and kissed them gently. That soft warm kiss sent shivers down my spine and I wanted those lips on my lips instead of my palm.I really miss him so much.“I missed you too.” The words were like a whisper but I could feel how pleased he was to hear it, the way his grip tightened, not enough to harm me. “By the way, Jake, I prefer Lilies.” I muffled, pointing to the roses.He scoffed, “Sorry, I never even asked if you liked roses, I’m guessing you never turned them down because you wanted to appreciate my effort.” He muttered, eyes boring into mine, gentle, friendly, calm.See..This is what I am talking about. He gets me….He gets me so much…How can I break up with someone like h

“What is this wench looking for here?” I heard a mean voice, slightly familiar. Tearing my gaze away from Jake, my eyes dart towards the door. A lady stood by the door, tall, with straight legs, slender, and beautiful. A very good friend of Jake. I have seen her around him a couple of times. Wait, did she just call me a wench? “This is all your fault!” she barked, walking up to me with her red lips pouting as she pulled me away from Jake. What the hell? Smack! Her hands crashed across my face before I could even register what was going on. My hands settled on my cheeks, it hurts. Her palm was hard as they crashed against my cheek. “What the hell was that about?” I snapped, eyes widened in awe, lips spread open in disbelief. She scoffed, letting out a mocking frustrated laugh, “That was for you causing his accident!” She snapped. What? “If only you had forgiven him when he begged you! If only you didn't whine about him not telling you where he was. If only you had given him a