All Chapters of IN BED WITH HER : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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DISTRACTION

DRE’S P.O.VVincent steers Luke through the tunnels. Just before he’s gone, I can swear I see his entire face shift, from excitement to something else.My throat is raw, shredded from screaming and cheering for my boyfriend the entire first half, but it’s worth every painful swallow. Luke played so well, I've never been more proud. He’s working quite well with Malik. They played so well, you would think they’ve been playing together from day one— at least that's my opinion. They were completely in sync with each other.Luke barely looked to the bleachers while he blurred across the court with a ball in his hand. He was that focused, and so were the scouts who I was keeping an eye on them for him like I’d promised. They scribbled on their clipboards whenever a ball went through the hoop, but their faces gave away nothing. I studied them anyway, hunting for any flicker of approval or doubt, but still nothing. Well, Luke did warn me they would be hard to read.Mum is on the phone bes

THREAT

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

PLAYING HAND

DRE’S P.O.VThe second half starts with the usual burst of energy, but something is wrong. I can see it from the first possession. Luke isn’t here.He moves rigidly, runs slower, and takes a while to follow the ball. Every fifteen seconds, his eyes flick towards the section where his father is sitting. Mum and I moved away from there. Luke knows we’ve moved seats, but his eyes keep returning there.He is going through motions instead of dominating as he did in the first half. He barely looks at the ball before passing, and when Malik cuts hard for a give-and-go, Luke doesn’t see him in time. They collide mid-court, causing Malik to fall face-first on the floor. The whistle blows sharply, and that gets Luke’s full attention. The whistle signifies turnover. The Summit Wolves capitalise immediately, and the lead starts shrinking. The Eagles' defence is strong, but the offence, now that Luke isn’t performing as well as he used to, is what I’ll call, rather, the guys sitting behind m

QUARTER

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

KNOWS

LUKE’S P.O.V“I am so fucking sorry,” I say, squinting into the dark car.“What do you want, bro?” The guy snaps.I step away, giving the girl a moment while she scrambles for some clothes.“Can I borrow your phone? Mine’s not here. I need to make one call, then I’ll be gone.”He grumbles, but passes his phone through the cracked windoW“Thanks,” I say gratefully while I dial Dre’s number.I press the phone to my ear, waiting impatiently as it rings out. “Well?” The guy calls through the window. I look over my shoulder to see both him and the girl, sitting in the back seats with their arms crossed angrily.“Let me try again,” I beg. “I’m so sorry.”The girls cheeks turn to a light shade of pink as we make brief eye contact. She leans in to whisper something to the dude.I face away from them, eyes slightly closed. “Please pick up, Dre. Please be okay.”But Dre doesn’t pick on the second ring either, making my suspicion grow more.I look over to the couple, the girl's fac

MANIPULATE

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...

FUCK YOU AND LET HIM DO IT TOO

DRE’S P.O.V (FLASHBACK: BEFORE THE LAST QUARTER) “I love you.” Luke’s molten dark eyes have a shimmery glow in the dark hallway. I said it again, I’ve told him I love him three times. Words can't describe how he's feeling, how long he’s waited for me to say it back to him. To openly hear me confess the feelings he knew I had deep down for him. His breath shakes as he draws me nearer, pressing his soft lips against mine, breathing into my mouth and opening it up to deepen the kiss. He loves me too. He pulls back when he hears the whistle. It’s time for him to go, and this time win because nothing is going to distract him on the court again. “I have to go,” he whispers. I nod eagerly, of course, he has to. He takes a few steps back, turns around, jogs through the tunnel, back to the court while stealing one more look from me. I stand there watching him leave, and once he’s out of sight, I take a step to follow him out, head back to the bleachers. A voice cuts t

I CHOOSE YOU

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

SEVERAL PICTURES

LUKE’S P.O.V “Did Darren Ford approach during your game, Lucas?” I’m back at the law office, meeting with Mr Reyes again, accompanied by my attorney, Ross. “He didn’t approach,” I answer. “What about your friends, anyone you know. Did he approach any of them?” I made sure to ask Dre and Halle, and they both assured me Darren didn’t say a word to either of them. Aside sitting behind them like a creep, that was it. “No, he didn’t speak to either of them.” “Has he tried to contact you since?” The attorney asks. “No, he hasn’t.” It doesn’t make sense. He’s been in hiding, or at least I thought he was, so why come back here? Why risk showing his face for a high school basketball game?” My phone buzzes loudly on the desk but I ignore it. Mr Reyes leans back in his leather chair, the wood creaking under his weight. Beside me, Ross looks over his notes, his pen tapping against his yellow legal pad. “He’s messing with you Lucas,” Ross says quietly, breaking the silence. “

FAKE PASS

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

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