All Chapters of In bed with the ruthless Hockey Captain: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Throughout every one of my morning classes, anticipation washes through me in tidal waves. I could barely concentrate on any of the lectures.After receiving Estelle's message a few hours ago, I've been dying to rush over to the hospital. But I know I can't skip classes because Dave would find out and, in turn, stop me from seeing Jayden because of the breach of our agreement.We had a deal, and the condition was that I attend all of my classes today before going to see my friend.A glance at my wristwatch tells me I have only a few minutes left until the end of my last class today. For someone who usually enjoys learning, I can't deny I'm not elated to see the end of class.Mrs. Jill gestures towards the whiteboard with a marker as she explains the topic written on it, "MARKETING MANAGEMENT' to the class.Even though the room is completely quiet and it's just her speaking, I can barely hear anything she's saying. My mind is too preoccupied and thrilled with the prospect that Jayden w

"He's going to be okay, Whit. You know that, right?"Hearing Ava's soft voice break the still silence in the room, a shudder runs through me.I exhale quietly, replying to her with my eyes still lingering on Jayden. He's fallen asleep again.Ava has exhausted him with her endless chatter about how school life—and life in general—has been without him. I merely sat by and watched her yap for all those hours during the day. It's now nighttime, and she's only giving it a rest because her only audience has given in to slumber.Since Jayden couldn't really speak or say anything, Ava was left to do all the talking, and him the listening. He smiled a few times at her stories, frowned, chuckled, and shook his head when necessary, expressing every facial reaction there is to give.I can't lie, I felt relaxed watching them—observing their interaction. It reminded me of how our friendship was before the incident that occurred. Ava and Jayden were the extroverts in our friend group. They always ha

This is the third time I’m glancing at my wristwatch since I arrived at L.K’s Café downtown—the spot I agreed to meet Devin this afternoon. Except Devin is nowhere to be seen.I’ve been sitting here for exactly ten minutes, struggling to maintain my patience at his delay.I hate tardiness with a passion, especially when it has to do with an important meeting I’ve been looking forward to. My secret agent normally keeps to time; I wonder the reason for his unusual lateness today. I just hope whatever information he has is worth it cause I'm at the brink of losing my cool.After sending him a text about his whereabouts, anxiety and anticipation bubble within me as I place my phone on the table and take a sip from my coffee.I glance around the business space, occupied by a few students from both campuses—SIHL and WIHL.Normally, WIHL has its own café reserved solely for its students, but since I’m meeting with Devin, who isn’t a student at my school but at SIHL, we agreed to meet at this

I'm a blur of motion as I skate across the ice rink, gliding past opponents with style, my eyes swiftly noting the distance between the puck Oliver just passed to me and the net.Two opponents are in front of me, ready to claim the puck from my possession. But they should know better. Once I get a hold of the puck, it's either I score or I score."Block him," one of the fools says to the other as he slides across the ice toward me.I huff behind my helmet, bumping into his shoulders as he gets close. That knocks him off balance, a groan spilling from his mouth.Weakling.The other attempts to follow the first fool's instruction, but I successfully maneuver my way past him and head for the net."Bring this home, baby!" Oliver shouts enthusiastically across the rink.A devilish smirk curves my lips as I glare at the goalkeeper, who visibly shakes with fright.I tease him with a fake pass, and when he eagerly slides to the other end of the net to catch the non-existent puck, I seize the

WHITNEYI squeeze the key in my palm — the same key Devin gave me three days ago — trying to calm my fraying nerves.I've been feeling this way since my last meeting with Devin. Since I agreed with his plan to take down Carl once and for real. I should feel motivated that I have a reliable accomplice, willing to assist me on this — unlike Ava. But I swear my fear has overshadowed every delight I should feel.It's because I know who I'm up against. The last thing I want is for what happened the first time to repeat itself — I mean getting caught in the act, by Carl. That's mostly what's got me worked up.I've tried doing stuff to take my mind off the anxiety. But nothing seems to be working, I swear. I feel so anxious about everything. About the pending mission to break into Carl's locker.The mission is set for two days from now, and I'm not sure if I'm even ready. Devin texted earlier this evening, asking if I was still on board with the plan. And even though I'm shitting my pant