All Chapters of The Captain that was never mine: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Shirley POVThe moment I stepped through the front door, my father’s voice stopped me in my tracks.“Where were you?”He was sitting at the dining table with a cup of coffee in his hand, looking calmer than I expected. Part of me wanted to ignore him completely and just walk upstairs, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.“I just went out with some friends…” I muttered.“Friends, huh?” He gave a brief smile, then took a slow sip of his coffee. “Improv… hot boy…”My eyes widened. “How did you—?”“Of course I would know. You’re my daughter, and you left in anger. I was worried about you.”I stared at him. “So you had me followed?”“Just to make sure you were safe,” he said quietly. “I won’t interfere in your life. It was only for protection.”His reason was valid, so I nodded before saying.“Well… you already know where I went, so I don’t need to explain it. I’m also a little sleepy. We have a quiz tomorrow and I’d like to sleep early.”I didn’t wait for his reply. I turned and started

Jeremiah POV “Sheesh, calm down. So I can’t even say hi to my friend anymore?” Brad said with that same fake casual tone. I ignored him completely. He was the reason I got suspended in the first place. I knew better than to fall for his taunts. I tried to step aside and walk past, but his buddies Jason and Marcus immediately blocked my path. I let out a quiet sigh. Every time I just wanted to avoid trouble, it somehow found me anyway. “Ignoring me, huh?” Brad asked, stepping closer. “No, I’m not,” I replied coldly. “I’m just trying to make sure you don’t lose a leg, which would risk your precious career. I’m doing you a favor by not giving you face. Unless you’d rather I beat the fucking hell out of you, you dumb asshole.” “What’s going on here? Jeremiah?!” I turned and saw Principal Hargrove — or rather, Dad — walking toward us with a stern expression. “What is going on here?” he repeated. “Nothing, Principal,” Brad answered smoothly before I could speak. “We’re just talking

Shirley POVSebastian’s grip loosened for a second and I tried to push him away, but he only held on tighter and rolled us over so that he was lying on top of me. “Don’t go… please,” he begged, before burying his face against my neck. The strong smell of alcohol coming off him made me scrunch my nose in disgust. I stayed still until after a few long minutes his breathing finally evened out and he slipped into a deeper sleep. Only then was I able to carefully push him off me and sit up.I stretched my sore arms and glanced down at him. That was when I noticed the dried puke staining the front of his shirt. My stomach churned. Looking down at myself, I realized some of it had gotten on my clothes too. “Ughhhh…” I muttered, instantly disgusted. There were clean bathrobes in the bathroom. I could wear one for now and figure out the rest later. Deciding quickly, I pulled off my stained clothes, wrapped a towel around my body, and after one last look at Sebastian’s sleeping face, slipped i

Sebastian POV Shirley chuckled softly beneath me. I leaned down and pressed a light kiss to her forehead before carefully rolling onto my side and pulling her into my arms. She wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand and then looked up at me. Our eyes met, and the air between us grew tense for a moment. “I can’t believe we just did that,” she whispered. “Well… I never expected it either, Patterson.” I kissed the tip of her nose, then her lips again. Gosh this girl was dangerous. Her body was so fucking tempting that I could already feel myself wanting more. “Wait, wait—” she stopped me with a hand on my chest, her voice a little breathless. “I’m tired… and sore.” The words made me panic a little, did I hurt her? Was I too rough? I pulled back immediately and look at her properly. “Are you okay?” My eyes dropped to the sheets and caught the small red stain, making it widen. “You… you’re a virgin?” She let out a shy little huff, face turning red as she l

CHAPTER 52 Shirley POV Mom chuckled when she saw the panicked look on my face. “Is it the same guy that took you out for improv?” she asked instead of scolding me. “Maybe…?” I answered in an unsure tone. Her calmness actually made me more nervous. She was supposed to be angry that I had skipped class, yet she sounded almost amused, which somehow felt much scarier. As if she could read my thoughts, Mom let out a soft laugh. “I’m not angry at you.” I turned to stare at her. “You’re not? Why aren’t you?” She pulled the car over to the side of the road and sighed, her hands resting on the steering wheel. “Because when you were young, you were too shy to voice out your feelings or emotions. The doctors even said you were mildly autistic, which gave me more than a few headaches. You refused to mingle with other kids, well, except Brad and you were always quiet, always following the rules. I wanted you to be lively. To be energetic and actually play with kids your own age.” She gla