Todos los capítulos de The Captain that was never mine: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Shirley POV“You’re not listening, Shirley. That video was edited by someone who clearly wanted to destroy us. Let’s just talk this out. Please, Shirl. Please.”I shook my head hard. “Leave, Sebastian. Get out.” I couldn’t stand looking at him. Every second I did made my chest ache worse.“Shirley, just two minutes. I’ll explain everything. My mom— I went to talk to her at a restaurant and she lost her temper and I—”“I don’t want to hear it, Sebastian.” The tears were already slipping down my cheeks again. “I don’t want to hear your excuses.”“Shirley, please.” He grabbed my hands and dropped to his knees right there in the living room. “Please, just listen. Just this once.”I stared down at him, my voice shaking. “Fine. I have one question. When you asked me to be your girlfriend… did you like me, or did you just want to piss off Brad? Tell me the truth. Just this once. Please.”I searched his face, desperately hoping he would say no. That this was all some misunderstanding. That s

Brad POV“Cheers, Dad.”I clinked my glass against his and felt genuinely happy for the first time in weeks. Stacey had called off the engagement. Shirley had broken up with Sebastian. Everything was finally falling into place. The last piece left was getting that bastard kicked off the team. Once that was done, everything would go back to how it was supposed to be. Thinking about it made me down another glass in pure satisfaction.“Calm down, boy. Don’t choke on your drink.” Dad patted my back, still smiling. “I know you’re happy, but this is just the beginning. You still have to charm that Patterson girl. The Carters are a no-go now — they won’t even answer my calls anymore. Once we secure the investment from the other partners, I’m going to give them a little taste of their own medicine for acting so high and mighty. Pieces of scum.” He drained his glass and clenched his teeth as the alcohol burned.Then he glanced at me. “Brad, have you talked to your mother lately?”I raised an e

Sebastian POVAfter Shirley finished speaking to the teacher the entire class turned to look at the two of us. The teacher raised an eyebrow but just allowed Shirley switch. She walked straight to a guy sitting in the front row, whispered something, and switched seats with him without a second glance in my direction.The dull ache in my chest deepened the moment she sat down as far from me as possible. I was angry at my mother, angry at myself for losing control that day, angry for ever treating Shirley like she was something casual when she had never been casual at all. My dumb ass only realized it when it was already too late.To make it worse I had arrived late and missed any chance of catching her before first period. Skipping my class just to sit near her was a desperate, stupid move, and I knew it, but I would take any opportunity I could get . I wanted to beg for another chance. I missed her. I missed us with every passing minute. If she ever took me back I would be the happie

Brad POV Today was officially the worst day of my life. First that bitch Stacey had to go and embarrass me in front of the entire school, and then Shirley — I never expected her to actually have something on me. It felt like she had been planning that recording for a long time, god, I didn’t even want to think about it again.Maybe she was just messing with me. Maybe she intentionally broke both of us up so she could finally get together with me. That had to be it. It was the only explanation that made sense. After all, I was quite the charmer.My phone vibrated in my pocket and snapped me out of my thoughts, it was Dad, I raised an eyebrow. He never called during school hours unless something was seriously wrong.“Hello, Dad.”“How is it going with the Patterson girl?” he asked immediately.I frowned and stood up, walking to a quieter corner of the hallway so no one would overhear. “Geez, Dad. Wooing a girl takes time. Give me a few days. A week or two.”“We do not have a week or tw

Shirley POV By the time I reached home it was already dinnertime. The second I stepped through the front door I could feel the change in the atmosphere.Oh well. Buckle up, Shirley. When I walked into the living room Dad and Mom were already sitting at the dining table. Dad looked up and flashed me a smile that felt awkward as hell. “Shirley. Come join us for dinner.” Part of me wanted to say no and just walk straight upstairs, but I didn’t. No matter how much everything still hurt, he was still my dad. I crossed the room and sat down beside Mom instead of in my usual seat next to him. Mom glanced at me, noticing the time. “Practice?” “Yeah.” I hummed and gave a small nod, picking up my cutlery without meeting either of their eyes. Dad noticed the way I deliberately chose the seat beside Mom instead of next to him, but he didn’t say a word about it. We started eating in near silence. The atmosphere was so thick and uncomfortable I could barely taste the food. All I wanted was