Todos los capítulos de But You're Supposed To Be A Boy: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEWI nearly burst into tears when I heard that. I’d recognize that voice anywhere. Heads turned as Tara Hawthorne walked through the crowd like she’d been born for events like this. Her auburn hair bounced over one shoulder, oversized, designed gold-rimmed sunglasses resting atop her head while a cream sundress swayed around her knees.A tiny white handbag dangled from her wrist, probably worth more than my first car. She smiled back at people, but I knew deep down she tried to ignore their whispers. The Hawthorne practically owned Maple Creek, and unfortunately, everybody wanted their son to marry her.The fact that she said no ruffled the wrong shoulders, but in like Tara fashion, she gave them the finger and marched on.The moment she stopped close to me, I wrapped my arms around her in a fierce hug. “I’m so glad you’re here.”“I know, babe.” She whispered, ignoring Mrs Montgomery staring a hole into my soul. “Now smile, I’ll get you out of here.”“Excuse me, Mis

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW“Stop fidgeting.” Ernesto slapped my hand away from the fake sideburns. “If you keep touching them, they’ll fall off.”“They itch,” I complained, but he rolled his eyes.“So does poverty.”“What does that even have to do with anything?” I slapped a hand against my face.“Nothing.” He turned me to face the mirror. “I just needed you to look at my masterpiece. Appreciate my talent, Noah Brooks.”Tara stood at the entrance of the Hawthorne family tent, lifting the flaps just enough to peek outside. Her eyes swept across the carnival; I could see children race between flower beds with balloons tied around their wrists.A band played somewhere near the fountain while volunteers shouted over one another at the charity bake sale. And somewhere in the middle of all that chaos, coach Phil Carter was looking at Owen Brooks.“Fuck, there’s a problem.” Tara closed the flaps and turned around.“What is it? My mother? My father? Mrs Montgomery?”“No, none of those.”“Then what

NOAH'S POINT OF VIEWMy heart stopped all over again. She kept looking around; “I told her to stay put, but that girl never listens to me. She wanders off every five minutes.”“I’m so sorry, dear,” Dad said to Madison. “My daughter can be quite the embarrassment.”“No; it’s alright.” Madison kept up with the smile while I tried not to break in a sweat, then guard my gate from the hurt.“I’m sure your parents are proud of you. Nothing like my daughter.”Before Madison could say anything, Mrs Montgomery did. “She kept staring at her phone earlier; who knows what she does on it?When I asked her for it, she dared to refuse.”Dad looked toward the crowd impatiently. “Call her.” He snapped at my mother. She flinched as he hit her, hands trembling as she reached for her phone. “I want her over here immediately. We can’t keep Madison waiting.”He smiled at her again while Mom dialed my number. Time seemed suddenly too slow as I watched her place the phone next to her ear; if she called that

NOAH'S POINT OF VIEWIn one hand was a ridiculous oversized white teddy bear wearing a tiny hockey jersey. In the other, a bouquet of daisies…Flowers I was fucking allergic to.He thrust it in my nose, and at once, it felt right. Oh, for the love of—“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He laughed, slightly out of breath. “Do you know how huge this carnival is?”I stared at him, trying to avoid the flowers before my head would feel puffy and I’d grow red-faced like a fuzzy fruit. “Justin, stop with those flowers.”He didn’t; he pushed it against my skin untill I was convinced he hated me. “I knew you’d like them. I got them specially picked this morning.”“I don’t want it, Justin.”He didn’t listen, though; he thrust it so hard against me, I had to hold onto it before it would fall. He proudly held up the teddy bear. “I won this for you.”“I don’t like teddy bears, Justin. I don’t want it.” I hissed, dropping the bouquet as a sneeze escaped me.He stared from the flowers on the flo

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW My wet fingers stopped; more like they refused to move anymore. My eyes widened as saucers as I stared back at him; Jace, standing a few meters away from me, the door open behind him. His eyes were deeply trained as they moved from my face…to my fingers thrust deep in my sore, aching pussy. You might be wondering how the hell I found myself here…? HOURS EARLIER. Six hours later, the steady hum of the jet engines filled the cabin, almost drowning out the ache inside my chest. Rows of leather seats stretched before me, illuminated only by the dim overhead lights the flight attendants had surprised in for the overnight flight. Most of the team had faked asleep. Some had headphones hanging loosely around their necks, their ankles loud enough to compete with the jet’s engine. Coach had managed to fall asleep somehow while still sitting up perfectly, his arms folded across his chest like he was watching a game. Beside me, Madison had her arms wrapped around mine, h