All Chapters of My Hockey Bully Stepbrother : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Summer's Pov Tyler's clothes were exactly what I expected them to be.Clean, soft, completely practical, zero personality. The joggers had a small logo on the left leg and the shirt was plain grey and they fit the way oversized things fit when the person they belong to is significantly taller than you, which meant the shirt came halfway down my thighs and the joggers needed the drawstring pulled tight. I looked like I had borrowed clothes from someone, which was exactly what I had done, and somehow they were the most comfortable things I had worn in recent memory.I brushed my hair out and found Tyler's lotion on the bathroom shelf again and used it generously, because it smelled good and I had no shame about it, and then I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment. Puffy eyes, mostly gone. The mascara situation, fully resolved. I looked like a person who had slept well and eaten good food and cried all of yesterday out of their system, which was accurate.My phone had been going s

Crew’s PovThe walk down the hallway after leaving Summer’s room was the most uncomfortable thirty seconds of my day, and my day had already included Gray and me standing in a doorway arguing about who knocked first.Gray walked beside me in silence, which was somehow worse than if he had said something. The silence had a shape to it. I could feel him thinking and I did not want to know what about.“Gray,” I said.“If it’s about Summer,” he said, without looking at me, “I don’t want to hear it.”I looked at the side of his face. “I can’t talk to my own brother now.”He stopped walking. Turned to look at me. “What is it.”I had rehearsed this in my head approximately zero times, which was probably obvious. “I haven’t apologized,” I said. “For last night. For what I did.”Gray waited.“I want to be clear that you still had no right to kiss her,” I said.He opened his mouth.“Let me finish.” I held up one hand. “That is not the apology part. The apology part is this. I should not have pu

Summer’s PovThe thing about stomach ulcers is that they give you warnings.Little ones, small enough to ignore, a sharp twinge here, a burning there, the kind of thing you file away under I’ll deal with it later and then forget about entirely because later never feels urgent enough. I had been doing that for weeks. Maybe longer. The stress of everything, the house, the situation with Crew, the blackmail, the cover-up, the birthday chaos, all of it stacking on top of each other like weight I kept redistributing instead of actually putting down.I had known. I had felt it building. I had done nothing about it.And now I was sitting on my bed with blood on my palm, and Crew was standing over me looking like someone had just pulled the floor out from under him.He was back in under a minute with a bottle of water and his phone already in his hand.“I’m calling Dad and your mom,” he said.“No.” I shook my head immediately. “No, don’t do that.”“Summer—”“Crew, please.”He looked at me wit

Crew’s Pov“You will not,” Gray said.I turned to look at him.“May I remind you,” Gray said, with the particular calm of someone who had been waiting to say something and was now enjoying the opportunity, “that you are the worst cook in this house. Possibly in this neighborhood. Possibly in a wider radius than that.”“I cook fine.”“Summer, has my brother ever cooked for you?”Summer, lying on the bed with her eyes half closed, said nothing.“Summer,” Gray said again.“I am sick,” she said. “I am not getting involved in this.”“That is not a denial,” Gray said, looking at me.“I have cooked before,” I said.“For who?”“For myself.”“And how did that go.”I said nothing.“Right.” Gray straightened up. “I have cooked for Summer before. She has eaten my food before. Her stomach did not stage a protest afterward. Given that her stomach is currently the subject of everyone’s concern tonight, I think the logical choice is clear.”“The logical choice,” I said, “is not the person whose food

Summer’s PovI watched Tyler’s car pull out of the driveway from my window, and something ugly twisted in my chest.He was going back to Susan.Maybe they’d watch a movie together. Maybe they’d laugh at something stupid on her phone. Maybe they’d – I pressed my fingers against the glass and stopped that thought before it finished forming.I had never even kissed anyone. Not properly….except my step brothers. And I had absolutely no idea why my brain was using Tyler as a reference point for that particular realization right now.I pushed away from the window.Calm down, Summer.They were friends. Tyler and I were friends. He had literally told me he liked me, so there was no universe where he was out there falling for someone else at the same time. That wasn’t who Tyler was.And even if he did – even if he wanted a girlfriend – that was his right. That was completely his right.I was spiraling over nothing.“You are so embarrassing,” I muttered to myself.A shower. That was what I need