Todos los capítulos de The Captain that was never mine: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Sebastian POV“How dare you push me!” Brad snarled and shoved me right back and hurled his fists at my face. What was he even thinking, I was wearing a fucking helmet. I ducked the punch easily, and before either of us could throw another punch, several teammates grabbed our jerseys and hauled us apart.Luckily the whistle for the second intermission blared across the rink. We skated off and went into the locker room.The moment the last player stepped inside, Coach slammed both palms against a row of lockers making the metal rattle.“What the fuck were you guys playing out there?!” His voice bounced off the walls. “And the worst part — it’s not even a top team. It’s Brixton. Fucking Brixton. A team that doesn’t even crack the top ten on the leaderboard. And they’re beating us.”He looked around the room, disappointment written all over his face. Then his eyes locked on Brad.“And you. What the hell were you doing out there? Missing open opportunities left and right. You’re the capt

Sebastian POV She cupped my face with both hands and looked straight into my eyes. “I love you, Sebastian.” My mind went completely blank for a second. The words hung in the air between us while I tried to process them. Love? She loved me? How…? I let go of her waist and took a small step back, but before I could form a single sentence she grabbed the front of my shirt, yanked me forward, and crushed her mouth against mine. Her body pressed against mine. Instant heat shot straight through my blood and my cock hardened against her stomach. She kissed me like she was starving, fierce and unrestrained, and I almost let myself drown in it. No. I scolded myself the next second. Good sex? Yeah. That I could handle. But love? Love was a completely different thing, it was messy, complicated, and dangerous. Especially when I still carried the guilt of treating her like a game at the beginning. I tried to push her away gently. Instead of letting go she reached for the waistband of my

Shirley POV “What joke?” Jeremiah reached for the plate of small chops the maid had left on the table, tossed one into his mouth, and gave me that same cheeky grin. I groaned under my breath. “Ughhh… let’s just get this over with. What are these so-called suggestions that couldn’t wait until school or even an email? You had to come all the way to my house. Enlighten me, Mr. Stanley.” “You sound pissed.” “Am I supposed to lie and say I’m happy? I’m not, asshole. I’m tired.” I rolled my eyes and leaned back in the chair. “Why so much hate, hmm? Is it because of what I said the other time?” “I don’t care what you said the other time, Jeremiah. Get to the point.” I cut him off flatly. “So rude. I wonder where all this hostility is coming from.” He pushed the folder across the table toward me. “Here. Take a look.” I pulled the file closer and started flipping through his notes. To my surprise, the suggestions were actually solid. Neat handwriting, clear points, thorough explanation

Stacey POVI weakly opened my eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room. My thoughts were still hazy. The last clear thing I remembered was scrolling through Instagram and seeing a picture of Brad with some other girl. I had tried calling him over and over with no answer, so I made up my mind to go find him myself. Then the nurse… ugh. A small groan slipped out as I tried to sit up.The door opened and Jeremiah walked in carrying a takeout bag. The second he saw me struggling he set everything down and hurried over.“Hey, what are you trying to do? You should just relax for now. It’s not good for your health,” he warned, gently helping me lie back down and adjusting the bed so I was more comfortable.I looked at him, surprised and a little embarrassed. “You know?” I asked in a soft voice.“Hmm.” He nodded not asking me any extra details, then started unpacking the food and setting a portion aside for me. “The doctor said you’re still weak and need to get some strength back. Have some

Shirley POV Looking at the pile of books in front of me I already felt weak. Midterms were closing in fast, and on top of that I had a cheer competition next week. Ughhh. I was completely drained. My phone was beside the open textbook and for a second I had the strong urge to pick it up and scroll mindlessly through social media. No, Shirl, I scolded myself. Focus. I still needed to graduate with good grades. I shoved the phone farther away and forced my eyes back to the page. A few minutes later the screen lit up. Probably just a notification, I told myself, and ignored it. But the screen kept lighting up. Message after message poured in. I was so curious to check it out, what could possibly be trending? But I turned my head the other way so I wouldn’t be tempted. Then the phone started ringing making me to groaned out loud. All I needed was one uninterrupted hour to study and I couldn’t even get that. I walked over, snatched the phone up, and frowned when I saw Kayla’s name.