All Chapters of The Captain that was never mine: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Shirley POV“What…?”“Do you still like him?” Sebastian repeated in a low voice, but it was clear he was a little anxious.I opened my mouth, then closed it again. The question left me completely at a loss for words. Did I still like Brad? When I first stepped back onto Hawthorne’s campus I had made a clear vow to myself — I would humiliate him and ruin his perfect reputation the same way he had once ruined me. Yes, I had liked him. For years, actually. But then Sebastian came along and somehow made me forget that a person like Brad even existed. He had been there for me over and over again: at Stacey’s party, at the resort, at the hotel, in the park when I was falling apart. Time after time he showed up when I needed someone. And Brad… The leftover feelings I had for him slowly disappeared.“You don’t need to answer it,” Sebastian said suddenly. He let go of me and stepped back. I saw the flash of hurt in his eyes and immediately knew he had misunderstood my hesitation.“It’s okay.”

Sebastian POV “Someone there?” Shirley kept her hand tightly over her mouth, trying to stay as quiet as possible. The sight of her struggling not to make a sound made me chuckle under my breath. A daring thought slipped into my mind and I decided to push things further. “Hello?” the person called out again. I slowly traced my fingers higher up her thighs. Her body trembled against mine. “Seb—” “Shhh…” I slid two fingers back into her wet core and curled them. She gasped sharply and bit down harder on her own hand to keep from moaning. I was already losing my self-control. All I could think about was taking her right there between the shelves. The approaching footsteps only made everything more thrilling. “Hey, where are you going? There’s no one at the back,” another voice said. “Are you sure? I could’ve sworn I heard something…” “It’s probably just some couple making out. None of your business. Get the book and let’s go.” “Ohh… you’re right.” The first voice raised slightl

Shirley POV “Yes, I do.” The other girls immediately covered their mouths and chuckled under their breath. I could clearly hear them whispering that I was about to embarrass myself so badly. The sound only made me snicker quietly to myself. The three years I had spent away from Hawthorne, I trained my body relentlessly so that when I returned, no one would recognize the old me. Simple flips and stunts were nowhere near difficult for me anymore. “Hey, hey, hey—enough with the chattering!” Coach snapped, forcing Jenna and the others to finally shut their mouths. She turned to me. “Patterson, step forward.” I obeyed and walked out into the open space. “I don’t want to be harsh to you,” she began, “but if you already know that you cannot perform, you should kindly go and find another club to join. Cheerleading requires extreme stamina, flexibility, and endurance. If you can only do two and not the third, it will pose a problem. I need you to be able to do all three. Because our job

Jeremiah POV “I dare you to say that again,” I said in a low, dangerous voice. Stacey didn’t flinch. “What? Feeling hurt? That’s the fucking truth. You’re such a disgrace your father doesn’t even want to be associated with you. It’s quite pitiful.” My fists clenched at my sides. I wanted so badly to snap back, but the worst part was that she wasn’t completely wrong. My father was ashamed of me. I wasn’t smart enough, wasn’t polished enough, wasn’t fit for the perfect image of the principal’s son. Still, I forced myself to take another step closer to her. “Do you know the reason why you’re surrounded by loads of fake friends?” “They are not fake,” she retorted sharply. “Keep telling yourself that.” I let out a short, humorless breath. “You think your arrogant, stupid character will actually get you real friends? Or rather… do you think it will get you true love? In case you haven’t noticed, Brad doesn’t love you.” “He does!” she screamed at me. Deep down, I felt a small flicke

Sebastian POV After my usual evening run I finally made it back to the motel room. I grabbed the jug of water from the desk and took a long drink while scrolling through my phone, checking out the team we were supposed to face next Friday when a knock sounded at the door. “Sebastian, I know you’re in there.” I froze. No way. That was the last voice I wanted to hear right now — my mother’s. She banged harder. “Open the door, boy!” My head already throbbed just from the sound of her voice, but the last thing I needed was her causing a scene and disturbing the neighbors. Reluctantly I walked over and pulled the door open. “What do you want, Mom?” She glared at me for a second, then pushed past me into the room and dropped her handbag on the table with a loud thud. Her eyes scanned the small space with clear disapproval. “So this is where you’re living? How are you even able to afford it, huh?” “That’s none of your business.” “I’m your mother, Sebastian. Of course your business