All Chapters of But You're Supposed To Be A Boy: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW.He flipped to the last page when his index finger brushed over a blank section on the document, rows furrowed as he whispered, “This…isn’t right.”“What… what isn’t right?” I swallowed, gripping my shirt hard. He looked up at me, brows still furrowed while I waited for him to out me.My father would be livid; he’d probably send me off to a place worse than Australia this time. Hell, he might have me shave my hair as he did years ago when he found me playing hockey while Owen focused on his dance.“Were you not informed?” He blinked.“About what?” Oh, just spit it out already so I can die once!“Is there some issue, Dean Nolan?” Dad asked beside me, leaning forward “Every member of the Blackridge hockey team is expected to turn in a photo upon registration. However, your file has no photo of you.”“Oh…that’s it?” I couldn’t help but lean back and breathe easier.“Well, yes. Did you think it was something else?”“N-no, of course not….I must be so nervous for the c

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW.I don’t think I've ever packed a bag as fast as I did moments ago. The moment we won the second game in the tournament, I dashed out of the rink as fast as my legs could carry me, trying to ignore Allison and Jace conducting another round of interviews with the press, and headed straight for the dorm. I grabbed my passport and an empty suitcase so I could go shopping for new clothes and pretend I’d just arrived at the airport. The words my father had spoken yesterday blasted in my mind;‘I’ll send someone over to pick you up. He’ll be waiting for you at the airport; don’t disappoint me.’ A part of me wondered who it could be, but at the same time I didn't give myself any time to really think. Zipping up the suitcase, I rushed out of the dorm and out to the campus grounds littered with sports fans, dragging an empty suitcase along to a waiting cab Tara had hailed for me. “You’re a lifesaver,” I whispered while opening the trunk of the vehicle to drop my bag in.

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW.My face went completely pale and numb the second those words registered. My cock? I don’t have a cock! I don’t even have sperm cells, let alone the organ to….Shit.For one second, I tried to think of a way out, but all I could do was shake my head slowly and squeak. “I promise, I am a small carrot just like all of you.”“Wait, you are?” Jace and Malachi asked at the same time, eyes wide as they stared at my crotch. My hands covered it instantly as I shook. “Yup, smaller than a carrot even.”“Damn… poor Madison.” Malachi mused while Jace placed a palm on my shoulder and shook me slightly.“I’m so sorry, Owen.” “It’s alright. I’ve come to terms with it…. I'll never have a cock.”The rest of the men looked down, and silence hit the place as if they were actually in mourning for my cockles body. Untill Greg spoke again;“Wait….how sure can we be that you aren’t hiding it from us? Maybe you aren’t a small carrot after all.”The hall filled with the chorus of their j

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW.By the time we’d stepped out of Hunter’s Ferrari and walked through the academy gates, my heart was all but in my throat. Jace’s stare didn’t once move from my face. Especially when Hunter stepped closer to me, so close I could smell his cologne. “I…” I cleared my throat while trying to ignore the way Jace still looked at me. “I need to go meet the dean now, Hunter.” I licked the sudden dryness on my lip. “We’ll talk later.”Hunter glanced at Jace for a second before he shook his head. “Your dad entrusted me with the responsibility to keep you safe.I think it’s better if I walk you to the office instead.”“I can do that myself, Hunter.” I licked my lower lip again. I didn’t trust Jace, or that look in his eyes… or the way he still clenched his phone. The last thing I wanted was a scene in front of this many people walking around. “You can go now.”I didn’t wait before I turned around, kept my head straight, and headed for Dean Nolan’s office. It didn’t take me

NOAH’S POINT OF VIEW. “J-Jace.” My voice came out shaky and squeaky as I slowly stepped back. Jace walked like he had all the time in the world, his long legs stalking my way as his eyes looked into mine. “W-what are you doing here?” He doesn’t say a word… but he doesn’t stop walking to me either. My back connects with the wall after two more steps, knocking the breath out of my lungs when I realized… I'm trapped. I glanced at the wall I was pressed against for a second; instead of only for a second, when I felt it. Jace slammed his body against mine; arms on either side of my head as he breathed hard against me. I could smell his cologne, the faint mix of cigarette smoke, brandy, and musk as he stared into my eyes. “I….y-you’re too close.” I swallowed, chest panting against his. “Fiancé.” His voice came out gravelly, while his fingers traced my jaw. “W-what?” I whispered, breasts sloshed against his chest. He flashed a phone with a broken screen in my face, the video of Hunter