All Chapters of HEATED OFFSIDES : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

LoganI don't even realize when warmth spreads in my chest at the gesture.Cam hands his arm over my shoulders. "Happy birthday, Lo." He slaps a sticker onto my cheek."Hey!" I punch his shoulder, and he winces."Happy birthday, Logan." The whole lot of them wish me one by one. Allison comes over and hugs me. "Why would I ever forget your birthday?""I was really going to give you hell if you had." I rub her back lightly, and she laughs."I would have loved to see you do that," Liam says as he hugs me as well.His red hair is styled in more defined curls, and now they look shiny, like he just stepped out of the salon.I spot a new piercing on his brow, the silver ring glinting under the lights."You got a new piercing? Whoa. Sick." My eyes are blown wide. I've never been a fan of piercings, but they sure look pretty on him."I know, right?" Liam laughs and flings imaginary hair.I spend the next five minutes receiving birthday wishes from my other teammates and other people I know.I

Logan"What...do...you mean?" Nate's voice is barely a whisper as he continuously rubs the side of his head, his brows scrunching up together. I doubt Julie, on the other hand, can even hear him properly.I can only hear Julie's muffled voice, and that's because I'm very close to him. Other than that, none of the words she says makes it to my ears."That's....why would he?" Nate's voice gives out as he tries to get up again. But I press him gently back onto the pillows on my thigh.Just then, the sound of a siren rises, blaring from a distance, getting really close, really fast. Oh, thank God."They're here." Allison nods shakily, running to the door."Give me that." I take the phone from Nate, but he lets out a meager protest. "Mom—" Tears fall from his eyes. Eli hurries to his side, and I strain my ears to hear him above the sound of the siren closing in on us. "Mom's...not..." His voice wavers, and he falls to my chest. His eyes are shut. Unmoving. Unconscious."Nate? Nate?" I shak

Logan."Mom?" I blurt, and she smiles sweetly at me, pulling me up to sit on the couch."How are you feeling?" she asks, caressing my face."Um... I'm fine.""I'll get you some tea." She hurries back to the kitchen and starts brewing tea."Mrs. Foster?" I call out to her carefully."Yes, dear," she replies without turning to me. Well, that makes so much sense."What are you doing here?" I blurt the question as soon as it comes to mind. Suddenly, the house is as silent as a graveyard. The boys look at me like I just gave them a death sentence.However, Dylan's mom lets out a light and airy laugh."Well, I'm here so you don't have to do everything on your own." She smiles warmly as she hands me a cup of tea. In a saucer. Not my usual coffee, but I'll take it.She sits opposite me, her elbows resting on her knees and her palms clasped together as she watches me."Besides, you said I could call her," Dylan mutters loud enough for me to hear. Right. Totally forgot about that.Okay, this is

LukeThings went to shit. And shit hit the fan. Fast. That's the only description for everything that has happened within the past few days.Honestly, I knew that this day would come. That I'd be caught. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't dread it. But a part of me wanted it.Because I couldn't stop. I've not been able to stop. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, stopping was never a choice. That is, except I didn't value my life.So I guess selling cocaine became my life. After the first few times when officers sometimes raided the clubs and bars I discreetly sold at, the adrenaline that coursed through my veins while running from the scene and hoping that a cop was fast enough and smart enough to catch me became a familiar feeling.It became boring. Like eating breakfast every day. The same old, same old. The same loop of words shouted: "Get down, get down!"The same loud screams. The same shuffling feet. The same stampede. It all blended into nothing. And that was my life. And

NateI'd wanted to vomit. I'd wanted to cry, and I wanted to strangle Luke. Never in my wildest nightmares would I have thought that a member of my team would be dealing drugs.And he had the nerve to apologize. Like it wasn't horrible enough that he dealt in the first place. That he filled the streets with that poison. That he filled people with that poison. I wonder if he took them too. Or if he felt sick of himself for being the type of person to feed poison to others.To kill souls. A murderer. That's what he is. A murderer of souls and smiles and happiness. Because the only thing drugs ever brought was pain. I wonder if he felt the way I felt. If he wanted to vomit every day when he looked at himself in the mirror.Or if he went about his day, like every normal human being. As if he's normal. When he's not. When he's a vessel of pure pain. I don't even know how I didn't see it. How I didn't realize it. And he was my friend.Under my very fucking nose. I can only imagine if he's e