《But You're Supposed To Be A Boy》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 50 章

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW.Every second Madison held that phone in her hand shredded another year off my lifespan. I gulped, sweat trickling down my neck to my chest while she slipped beside me without a care in the world, humming happily as we made our way through the packed arena corridors towards the VIP section.Around us, reporters rushed from one place to another with interviews while volunteers sprinted past carrying equipment.Somewhere overhead, the announcer welcomed the thousands of spectators gathered to the opening day of the international collegiate hockey championship tournament.None of it mattered, however; not when I could see Madison’s phone clearly in her hand while she pulled me along. “Let’s hurry! I want daddy to know they’ve sent the impersonators' details too.” She giggled, grip tightening around my wrist.What the hell am I going to do? I looked around me, searching for anything I could use to divert attention.Just then, I heard her excited squeal. “Daddy!” I jer

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW.What would you do if you walked in on your mother in the bathroom, her lipstick smeared against her lip, and another man, a man besides your father, with a bright red lip matching her exact shade of all stick? You’d cry, yell, scream…maybe you’ll even wake up from that nightmare. That’s what I’m currently trying to do; wake the fuck up. My mother glanced from him to me; mouth wide open just like her eyes.Coach, on the other hand, didn’t look guilty or phased; instead, he tried to take a step in her direction. She held a palm out, stopping him in his tracks before she turned to me.His tie hung loosely around his neck, and her neck had a weird handprint she tried to hide behind a scarf. “O-Owen, honey.” She whispered first.My throat refused to work when I tried to swallow; neither did my eyes wake me from this nightmare. “What..” my voice cracked. “What is this?” “Brooks; your mother and I—“ Coach started, but Mom grabbed his wrist so quickly, it surprised eve

JACE’S POINT OF VIEW.The question hung long between us as Tara’s face went completely still. She glanced at a still-unconscious Owen for a second before looking at me again. For the first time since she barged into the Medic’s room, she had no sarcastic comeback ready; no eye roll or ridiculous excuse. Absolutely nothing.“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She finally shrugged, but her voice came out high-pitched; her eyes bounced from me to Owen, then the door before settling on my chest. I glanced at Owen again; he still hadn’t moved an inch. His eyes were closed, his face slightly pale, with his chest rising and falling beneath his jersey. Something wasn’t right….I could feel it deep. So I stepped closer to the stretcher, frowning at the…obvious fullness of his chest.Perhaps it was the way he breathed, but it looked oddly… full. Tara immediately stepped in front of me.“W-what are you doing?”“Move.”“No.” She tightened her jaw. “I don’t want you harming my man.”“Tar

TARA’S POINT OF VIEW.“It’s not what it looks like,” I said with my arms lifted like I was about to get arrested at gunpoint. Madison, however, rolled her eyes, pressing deeper against me as she rushed out;“Really? What does it look like?” She snapped, still gripping my shoulders. “I leave my fiancé alone for barely ten minutes and come back to find you hovering over him?! Thank goodness we rushed in after Jace walked out. Lord knows what else you would have done to my Owen.”“I wasn’t even kissing him.”“That’s not what it looked like to me.” Malachi chipped in, earning a harsh glare from me.“Stop it,” I said through gritted teeth, only for him to shrug his shoulders, then say;“I think you were trying to kiss him, Tara. You know you shouldn’t kiss someone else’s partner.” He’s one to talk, as if we didn’t meet and end up in this…entanglement under similar circumstances.Before I could say anything, Madison’s shrill voice cut in. “You were practically inside his skin! Tell me, what

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW.Each second Doctor Malcom stood before me felt like the crash of a guillotine against my neck, like I was a chopping block. I swallowed, staring from him to anything else in the room I could use as a chance to escape this.“Come on.” He urged softly with a chuckle. “Pull your pants down, get on with it.”“D-doctor Malcom, can we j-just wait a moment?” I wiped the sweat from my brow; a bitter taste spread at the back of my throat all of a sudden.“Why? Is there an issue?”“Well, yes…no…I mean.” I wiped sweat again, my lower abdomen still twisted with pain, reminding me of how accused I had to be in this moment. Just why did my uterine lining have to shed today of all days?Why couldn’t it have been next week? Or any other day?!“Wait… this can’t be what I think it is, right?” Doctor Malcolm’s eyes narrowed at me. He looked from my face to my crotch, eyes wide as he slapped a gloved hand against his mouth. “Oh?!”“S-sir? I don’t understand...”“How did I miss this?