All Chapters of HEATED OFFSIDES : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Nate Logan and I race behind Luke, almost brushing past him, the only thing stopping us is that we didn't know where Cam was and Luke was the one to lead us there. Luke jams the elevator buttons rapidly and it dings open. We rush in and he taps the button. It dings closed again and we start our descent. "What happened?" I break the silence, breathing harshly. "Cam got into a fight with one of the Hawksfield players," Luke replies, shaking his head. I glance at Logan and he looks just as shocked. I mean I know that Cam can be hotheaded and a bit of a fool sometimes but he wouldn't do something so rash. "What? Why?" I'd never have thought that he would lash out like that for no reason. "I don't really get the full gist, but it was about Dylan. We were all lounging by the pool after Coach warned us not to and then the Hawksfield players came along and started talking shit." He takes a deep breath and continues speaking. "The kid said something about Dylan and I didn't really hear

LoganI got a Jack Frost costume. With a WIG. I don't even know what to say to Dylan. I'm gonna throttle him in his sleep probably.I mean it's not really bad, but the white hair kinda contradicts my warm tone and features.But I wore it anyway, with the raggedy sky blue and white hoodie with the shorts that Jack Frost wears in the cartoon. It's been a while since I saw that shit.Dylan came to pick me up in an Uber, and I don't blame him. At some point, I was already second-guessing my decision to go to that party.But I do really wanna hang out with the guys.Muffled music thumps from the house ahead as the Uber slows to a stop and we step out of the car.Damn, it's a huge house. Students are standing outside with drinks in their hands, in all sorts of costumes.Lights hang from different areas of the ceiling, and pumpkins cut into ugly faces are placed at the doorstep with lights inside them.Walking closer to the door, the muffled music becomes much clearer, and as I open the door

Logan Nate ignored me. Not for one day. For three days. I don't even know who is more stupid. I mean, it has to be me, right. I mean, this boy has pulled this shit before, so why couldn't I see through it? Why was I stupid enough to let him touch me? Fuck. I'm so fucking stupid. And now, now I can't even stop thinking about him. About that night. Meanwhile, all he's done is pretend I don't exist. Now, even when I step into the room completely naked just to get a reaction out of him, he doesn't move. Just look at me. Anxious and desperate for a jerk's attention. I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. Nate is lying on the bed just on the other side of the bathroom door. He has refused to talk about that day. Whether I blankly stare at him like a zombie or shout at him, he doesn't talk. I feel so pathetic. Like a desperate chic dying for attention. Gosh, when did I even become this mess of a person? Fuck Nate, man. My wet hair sticks to my face as I stare at my warm featur

Nate I stay rooted to the end of the corridor while players brush past me in a haze. I don't see them. I only see my dad, Richard Hawthorne. He must have come for the game, and he must have seen me benched. Only God knows what he's gonna say. My throat closes up as his piercing pale blue eyes lock onto mine and he stands motionless, staring at me. Daring me to step closer, knowing that I have no option but to. And my chest is squeezing in on itself, and my heart pounds heavily in my ears. My legs are suddenly very heavy as I move to make a step. Dragging my feet, I walk. One step at a time. Hoping. Praying that my expression doesn't give away every inch of terror I feel right now. All of a sudden, I can hear him shouting again. This time, he's shouting at me. I'm thirteen, and his face is by my ear, yelling slurs. "Do you wanna become a filthy dog? A faggot? All you're good for is nothing. Useless fool. You want to turn out like your brother?" Why am I remembering it now? Now

LoganWhen I woke up that morning, I was hugging Nate. Or he was hugging me. I can't really tell.All I know is that our limbs were all tangled up together and I didn't like it. I mean, it was warm and fuzzy, but Nate doesn't do warm and fuzzy. He must have rolled over in his sleep. Plus, I'm not very good at sleeping still either.So that's settled. It was settled, except that I haven't been able to think of any other thing the entire day.I mean, I'm just really shocked that I can even play well.I mean, maybe it has to do with the fact that I can't think of anyone else other than Nate, so naturally, I kind of see him in every corner, and it's almost like it's only the both of us on the ice.No one else exists when it comes to the play between us today. It's weird but in a good way. It made me feel butterflies in my stomach and also somehow proud of myself."How did you boys do it?" Coach asks as we step out of the rink last, holding us back while the rest of our teammates flood bac