IN BED WITH HER のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

LUKE’S P.O.VVincent is pacing up and down the locker room like a wild animal, yelling at anyone who needs to be yelled at. He’s been the captain for the whole of senior year, so we're pretty much used to this. It’s far better to hear than coach’s yelling, who’s stuck upstairs with the scouts. Vincent has stepped into full captain mode.Guys are slumped on benches, chests heaving, towels draped over their heads. We’re up by eight, but you’d think we were down twenty in the second half. But my mind is somewhere else entirely.He's here, sitting in the bleachers. I only caught the quickest glimpse as we jogged back through the tunnel, but it was enough. And worse, he was sitting behind Dre and Halle.“Luke? Yo, earth to Luke.”A heavy hand lands on my shoulder, staring at me, brow furrowed, still breathing hard from the court.“You good, man? You’ve been zoned out since we got in here.”I blink, trying to drag myself back. Vincent is still going off on someone about defensive la

LUKE’S P.O.V Who knew saying the words, “I love you,” could fix everything? Or so much as a kiss and hug could change the way I play on court. Her words, “I love you”, hit me harder than any punch I ever threw into that locker. I’ve said it over and over, reminded every day since the field that I love her. And now she’s finally saying it back, even better on her own accord. I can die. Her hands still cup my face, those steady brown eyes still burn into mine like I’m still worth something. My split knuckles are throbbing, my chest feels like it’s cracking open, but even still, I know it’s all better now. Everything's better with, Dre. Her raspy tiny words is a thousand times louder than every time Vincent, Coach and anyone could yell. I pull her in again, burying my face in her neck for one more second. She smells like everything good. “I love you, Dre,” I rasp against her skin. My voice sounds wrecked, but I mean it with every broken piece of me. She believes in

LUKE'S P.O.V Dre stares at me like I’ve slapped her. For a second, the only sound is her ragged breathing and the distant howl of a dog two blocks away. “She knew?” Her voice rises, cracking. “All this time, when I was trying to set you two up, when she was telling me how much she loved you, pouring her heart out to me, she knew you were in love with me?” I drag a hand through my hair, frustration and shame twisting together. “It wasn’t like I sat her down and spelt it out back then. She saw the way I looked at you. The way I’ve always looked at you.” My voice softens, but the damage is already spreading. “Then, eventually, I told her. I told her I couldn’t see her anymore because I had feelings for you. I owed her that much.” Dre presses the heels of her hands against her eyes, fresh tears leaking through. “You let me play matchmaker, Luke. You let me push her toward you while you were in love with me?” She lets out a broken laugh that sounds nothing like her. “Fuck, Luke...

LUKE’S P.O.V(PRESENT)Dre walks straight into my chest, wrapping her arms around my waist. She’d told me everything Ruth had told her this night. But even after listening to everything, every painful detail, I still don’t know how the hell to fix this. But I sure as hell don’t want her carrying any of it. She’d barely recovered from the last wave of insecurity a few days ago — where she convinced herself she wasn’t worthy of this, of us. It had taken nights of reassurance, of me holding her and repeating that she was it for me, before she finally started to believe she deserved this relationship.And now here comes another wave, heavier than the last.This time it’s the guilt — the heavy, crushing belief that she had ruined any chances of Ruth and me, when the chances have been zero from the start. That she was the reason everything had blown up, and no matter how much we had planned to tell Ruth the truth tomorrow, she had still become the girl who took what someone else wanted

LUKE’S P.O.VThe first picture opens after what feels like forever. Dre’s in it, and it’s not what I feared it could be. My eyes narrows, straining to decipher the poorly shot image. It had obviously been taken in secret—the awkward angle gave it away. It’s Dre and me in the school's parking lot, together. I open the next one; it’s Dre and me in hallways. The next is Dre and me in the cafeteria during lunch. Dre and me sitting next to eachother in class. Dre and me driving out of school. Dre and me in the library. Dozens and dozens of pictures of Dre and me together. All at different days and times, all proving I didn’t stay away from Dre. Nathaniel comes to mind but Nathaniel’s in juvenile; phones aren’t allowed. It’s possible an outsider is helping him do this, or he’s not the sender.No, it has to be him; it’s the only logical option. He’s Dre’s ex; he's been with her; he already has a record of keeping sex tapes of girls in our class. He has a motive, and this is his way of