All Chapters of Fake Hearts On Ice: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

“Get it together, Ethan… the game is in two days,” Mason whispered, placing his hands on my shoulder as we walked out of the locker. The more I thought about that day at the cafe, the more upset and annoyed I got. Why exactly am I pissed? My friend needed to help her boyfriend, her boyfriend who got into an accident while driving. If I get injured during a game and I need to rest, of course I’d want my girlfriend to stay and take care of me. So am I upset that Lila is in the same house with that guy? He is her boyfriend after all. I pulled out my phone and called Ava. “Uhm, brother, please do not ask me about Lila for the one hundredth time in a month. I am already dealing with Mason, who has literally turned me into a spy to watch his sister, I can deal with you too and for your information, Lila and I are not on talking terms, I am super mad at her so… Ugh… What do you want?” She ranted. Silence. Ava has been the only reason I have been sane lately. I have been really worri

My eyes dart towards my phone on the table as I massaged Jake’s leg like I have been doing for the last thirty days.“Are you expecting a call?” He asked softly and calmly, tearing my gaze away from my phone. My eyes dart towards the man sitting on the bed before me. His hands on his phone, probably texting one of his friends who have refuse to take care of him because they have something more important to do. Not that I am complaining, I mean it’s not their responsibility to take care of him but how can you call someone your friend and not even offer to take him to his hospital appointment or take him out for drinks or the park or something. I spoke to him about it a few days ago. “My choice of friends shouldn’t be your concern, Lila.” Those were the words that slipped out of his mouth. The feeling I got after that was hard to describe. “No, uhm… I just haven’t heard from anyone.” I said softly, my palm gently caressing his thigh down to his knee, down to his ankle. “You mean y

I stood by the door, my wet palm gripping my dress. I wasn’t expecting him to be awake. “Hey, Babe, why aren’t you in bed?” I asked as I walked up to him. I reached for his shoulder and he smacked my hands off him. The pain surged through my arm. My eyes locked on him, brows arched. Confusion spread all over my face, “Jake, what’s… going?” I asked, my voice breaking, slightly confused. My hands trembled as I took a step back, away from him. “I asked you a question where were you?” He grunted, his eyes glaring at me, his fist clenched, his jaw clenched. I felt the cold air blow past me, making me shudder. My hands clasped around my elbow as I took another step away from him. Was it because I lied about my whereabouts? Is that the reason I am moving away from him as though he was going to hit me? Jake would never hit me. But I lied to him… but I only did that because I didn’t want him to feel left out. What should I do? What should I say? If I tell him I was out drinking? Would h

I have lost my mind. I have completely lost my mind. How could I have yelled at her? Kicked her out?What was I thinking? Lila is different, of course. She is different. She would never hurt me like that. She would never look at another man while she lives in my house. She has been sweet, loving, and humble. She takes care of me and loves me, there is no reason for me to have hurt her like that. But she shouldn't have lied to me. What else has she lied about? Is that the first time she lied? Has she met this James before behind my back and claimed it was a school project? Ugh… you disgusting pig. Just a few seconds ago you were vouching for her and now you are assuming that she had told more lies? That is crazy. Lila never goes anywhere. Ever since she moved in, she has always been in this house with me. Cooking, cleaning, and taking care of the house with me. I leaned into my wheelchair, eyes glued to the sky. My eyes dart towards the bag she dropped, the bags she had packed

“Hey, Lila! Long time no see!” James’s voice roared through the classroom, waving at me with so much compassion. “We are on the same team again.” he cheered. “I’m sorry James, but I already spoke to the professor, I’ll be handling this project alone. I guess the message hasn't gotten to you yet.” I said softly, my fingers gripped my bag tightly. James has been good to me. Pushing him away as this hurts. I never had any friends aside from Ava. James has been a good friend—a good senior. Should I really just throw it in the mud because Jake is worried? I can’t afford to get him upset. Let’s just stay away from him. “Oh, I had to beg the prof to put us all on the same team since I noticed you always have a hard time blending in with the other students. But if you want to be alone, that works too, just make sure you reach out if you get stuck,” he said, forcing a smile even though his face was screaming, he wanted to know more, he wanted me to join them. I want to join them too. Le