Todos os capítulos de But You're Supposed To Be A Boy: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW I wanted the floor to crack open beneath my feet again, or lightning to strike me. Whichever could come first, whichever would help me escape this hell. Just then, Jace walked out, dressed only in a towel, water dripping from his tattooed upper body. I swallowed, gaze bouncing from him to a waiting coach. “Come on, hop to it.” He glared even harder. Hop to what? Growing a Y chromosome? “Coach, I…I really don’t want to take off my clothes in front of other people.” I bit the inside of my cheek. Coach was about to say something when Jace stood beside him, a towel around his neck. “Let him be, Coach.” His lips pulled in a small smile. “I can vouch for the guy; he’s good.” For a moment, Coach doesn’t say anything. He glares from me to Jace. Please listen to him, please. I have no idea why Jace would do that for me, but honestly, I don’t care. As long as I get out of this. “Fine, if the captain says so, I’ll have to listen.” I released an internal sigh of r

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW.The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, the familiar scent of coffee and leather seats hit me. Flight attendants moved through the aisle, helping some of the players shove oversized hockey bags into the overhead compartments while the rest of the team argued over who would get the window seats.“Brooks.” Coach pointed toward the back of the plane. “Quit hiding in the bathroom and sit down. We’re talking off in five minutes.”“Yes, Coach,” I said with a curt nod before walking back to my seat. I adjusted the strap of my duffel bag and slowly made my way down the aisle. For some reason, the atmosphere was strangely relaxed. Some of the players had already started a card game while a few freshmen were taking selfies in their black Ridge jackets.Somewhere near the front, someone had connected a speaker to their phone; soft music filled the cabin before Coach barked for them to turn it off for something more upbeat. Everything looked normal; it made me release a b

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW.I blinked so many times; my eyelashes hurt, but it didn’t matter; Jace Donovan didn’t disappear from my sight. He stood in the middle of my bedroom as he belonged there, one hand resting still on the edge of my desk while his dark eyes remained locked with mine. The same unruly curls, the same leather jacket, the same infuriatingly calm expression I’d spent three years trying and failing to forget. I gripped the handle of the door I held for dear life as I tried not to go into shock. The bathroom door was the only thing separating us. Somehow, I glanced down, and every muscle in my body froze, my wet hair dripping onto the hardwood floor while steam wrapped around me.Beside my bed, not so hidden away, was everything that could link me to being the fake Owen. The wig, the Blackridge Hockey Jacket, the fake side burns; everything.I squeaked, not even daring to breathe as my fingers tightened around the handle again; this time my knuckles turned white.I needed

NOAH'S POINT OF VIEWI know him; he wouldn’t close those eyes if I didn’t say it. God, I wish I could hate him. “Please,” I said through clenched teeth.“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”“Jace!”“We can do this all day, bear….I have time.”Unfortunately, I didn’t. So I squared my shoulders, dug my nails into my skin, and said, louder this time. “Please.”“Good girl.” I hate the vibrations coursing through me because he said that; I wish I could hate itI didn’t move until I saw him close his eyes. I waved a hand in front of his face, wishing I could snatch the panties from him, but I needed to cover myself immediately.I raced to my towel drawer; “Keep those eyes closed, Jace. I’m watching you.”“I know, bear. I know you are.” I hate the rasp in his voice; I hate how soft-spoken he was; I hate how…I hate him!I pulled out the first one I saw, not even caring that it was the fuzzy one, before wrapping it around my body as tight as I could. In the same breath, I rushed to my bed and k

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW.For one blissful second, I thought I’d imagined her voice. Grief did strange things to people, didn’t it? Maybe this was one of them; my brain had finally decided enough was enough and started inventing overly cheerful blondes to distract me from the fact that my life had just imploded. Then Madison bounced into the living room, Mom tailing behind her, all wide-eyed and large smiley face. Reality hit me like a freight train as my blood ran cold. Anyone but her, sweet universe, but no matter how hard I dug my nails into my skin, she didn’t disappear.She practically skipped through the doorway carrying enough shopping bags to bankrupt a small country, her bright smile lighting up the room she’d walked into.The moment her eyes landed on me, she stopped. I froze, hoping and praying she wouldn’t recognize me. “Wait… you look familiar.” Her eyes narrowed as she trailed off with her head tilted to the side. She took another step toward me; those bright eyes searched