All Chapters of My Hockey Bully Stepbrother : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Summer's Pov Tyler grabs his face where I slapped him, his expression twisted with shock and rage."What the hell?" His voice is loud in the confined space. "What did you just do?""Do I have to remind you that I slapped you?" My hand is shaking but my voice is steady. "What the hell were you trying to do?""You're going to regret this." He reaches for me again.I don't wait to see what he'll do.I shove the car door open and practically fall out, stumbling as I regain my balance. My heels click against the pavement as I start walking fast toward where I know James is waiting.My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears.Behind me, I hear Tyler's car door slam.He's following me."Summer! Get back here!"I walk faster, my breath coming in short gasps. The parking lot suddenly feels huge, the distance to my car impossibly far.Then I see him.James. The driver Richard assigned to me. He's massive, easily six-five, built like he could take down ten men at once. Which, knowing

Summer’s PovI woke up at six-fifty AM, stared at my ceiling for four full minutes, and then made the mistake of thinking about it.The hand on my waist. The thumb on my chin. Those blue eyes, too close, too sharp, doing absolutely nothing to deserve the way my heart had completely lost its mind.I sat up and pressed both palms against my face.*Get it together, Summer.*He said thank you. That was it. That was the whole thing. People say thank you every single day without tilting anyone's chin up like they're about to — like they want to —I got out of bed before my brain could finish that sentence.By the time I'd showered and gotten dressed, I had successfully convinced myself that last night meant nothing. Crew Ashford meant nothing. He was a bully with good bone structure and a chemistry exam, and I was a girl who needed to get to school on time.I grabbed my bag. Opened my bedroom door.He was leaning against the wall directly across from my room, already dressed, keys in hand,

Crew’s pov "It's your sister."I looked at him, this guy, standing in the middle of the hallway like he had any business being in my space, talking to me like we were anywhere close to equals."You can call her by her name," I said. My voice was level. "Her name is Summer. You don't need to bring up that sister thing to me."I didn't even know what I was doing saying that. It came out before I'd thought about it, and I filed that away to be irritated about later.Tyler's jaw tightened. "I don't fucking care what her name is.""Watch how you talk.""Excuse me?""I said watch how you talk." I took one step forward. Not aggressively, I didn't need to be aggressive, that was the thing about having a reputation. You just had to move and people recalibrated. "I don't know what you and Summer have going on. I don't particularly care. But you don't walk up to me in a hallway and talk like a maniac. Try again."His nostrils flared. "Your *sister* had the nerve to slap me."Everything went ver

Crew's Pov She was already gone by the time I got downstairs.I noticed it before I even reached the kitchen — the house had that particular kind of quiet that meant Summer wasn't in it. I didn't know how I knew the difference. I just did, which was its own problem.Victoria was at the counter with her coffee, already dressed for whatever wedding planning consumed her mornings now, and she looked up when I walked in."Summer left early," she said, like she'd read my mind, which I did not appreciate. "She wanted to get to school before the rush. You know how she is."I didn't answer. Grabbed a water from the fridge, drank half of it standing there, put it back."There's breakfast….""I'm fine."I wasn't thinking about Summer. I was thinking about chemistry results, which were supposed to take a week and the teacher had apparently decided to accelerate because Mrs. Calloway was like that, efficient in ways that felt personally targeted. The results were coming back today. Today, which

Summer’s PovAfter Brianna walked away, I stood in the corridor for about four seconds, breathed through my nose, and went to class.That was it. That was the decision. I was not going to spend the rest of my morning replaying the look on Brianna's face or the way her friends had stood there watching like it was entertainment or the fact that I had looked her dead in the eyes and said stay away from me and actually meant every single syllable of it. I was going to go to class, sit down, and be a normal student for the next several hours.Which I did.AP English was fine. French Literature was fine. The practical session after lunch, where we were supposed to be analyzing tissue samples under microscopes in pairs and my partner, a quiet girl named Priya who I had somehow never spoken to despite sitting near her for months, turned out to be genuinely funny and extremely good at biology…it was actually more than fine. It was the first part of my day that felt like breathing."You're Crew