Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Brother's Hockey Teammate: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

GraysonAs I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, my mind keeps drifting back to the accident on the ice.Jake…My best friend didn’t look good back there. I just hope he recovers soon. The national championship won’t feel the same if he isn’t standing beside me.Everyone keeps saying it wasn’t my fault. Perhaps they’re right.But I know it was my play that led to the collision. If I hadn’t passed him the puck at that exact second, maybe Jake wouldn’t have crashed into the boards.Jake and I weren’t always friends. Back in high school, we hated each other. We fought during every practice, argued over every game, and competed over everything. Somehow, those fights turned into friendship, and before I knew it, he’d become the closest thing I had to a brother.Without realizing it, my foot presses harder on the accelerator. The windshield wipers struggle to keep up as rain pounds against the glass. There wasn’t supposed to be a thunderstorm tonight, but dark clouds have swallowed the s

Sophie As I walk down the stairs, I hear laughter coming from the kitchen. When I step inside, I see Jake and Mom sitting at the table with Grayson, enjoying breakfast and having an easy conversation.It feels good to see Jake slowly accepting his condition. His tantrums have finally started to fade, and he seems more like himself again.“Good morning,” I say with a smile.Jake looks at me with a cheeky grin. “Sophie is sleeping late because of me. She thinks she can skip school.”I grab an apple from the basket and shake my head. “Honestly, no. I can’t skip school. Our teacher is introducing an important task today, and the marks will count toward our final grade.”The moment I mention school, Jake’s face falls. I walk over to him, passing Grayson, and wrap my arms around my brother from behind while he’s still sitting at the table.“Soon my brother will be joining me at school too,” I say before kissing his cheek.When I glance at Grayson, I catch a slight grin on his face. It disa

SophieWatching Grayson on the rink never surprises me. He’s good—really good. He has the same moves as Jake, and when the two of them play together, they’re phenomenal.As much as I miss watching Jake play, I know Grayson feels the same way. He might be carrying that loss quietly, but I can see how hard he’s working. It feels like he’s pushing himself out there for Jake, keeping the dream alive even when Jake can’t be on the ice with him.A few days ago, I overheard their conversation, and Grayson promised Jake that they would bring the trophy home. He told him they’d play in next year’s finals together, too.As I pull myself out of my thoughts, I realize Grayson has already left the rink. I look around, suddenly aware that I’m alone.My mind immediately goes to the only problem left.If Grayson has gone, I have no way home…which means I have to call Thomas to pick me up.I’d rather stay on campus all night than call Thomas to pick me up.As I pass by the boys’ locker room, one of Gr

SophieWeekend mornings at the Anderson house are usually quieter than weekdays, but today the dining room feels strangely alive.The smell of pancakes and coffee fills the room as I sit across from Jake, who is propped up in his wheelchair with one leg stretched carefully beneath the table. He looks exhausted, dark circles shadowing his eyes, but at least he is out of the basement for breakfast. After spending so much time downstairs recovering, even having him at the table feels like a small victory.Grayson sits beside him, scrolling through something on his phone while occasionally stealing pieces of bacon from Jake’s plate.“Seriously?” Jake complains, reaching for the plate. “Get your own.”“I am getting my own.”“You’ve taken half of mine.”Grayson finally looks up, completely unbothered. “Then consider it team tax.”“You’re not even on the team right now.”“That sounds like jealousy talking.”Jake rolls his eyes, but the corner of his mouth lifts.I can’t help smiling at them

SophieGrayson doesn’t answer any of my calls. Of course, he probably thinks I’m disturbing his precious time. I can’t help the irritation that rises in me as I stare at my phone, wondering why he can’t spare a few seconds to answer.The argument between Jake and Thomas is finally coming to an end when Jake speaks up. “Look, Thomas. You’re drunk now. Let’s talk about this tomorrow when we’re both calm and sober.”Hearing this, Thomas falls silent for a moment before exchanging a long look between Jake and me.I nod, trying to handle the situation calmly. “Yes, Jake’s right. We should end this discussion now.”A moment passes before Thomas finally nods. He turns and walks away, leaving Jake and me alone.The moment Thomas leaves, Jake turns to me, the anger still evident on his face. “What the hell is wrong with him?”I grip the fabric of my hoodie, biting my tongue to keep the truth from slipping out. I don’t want to burden him with everything that’s going on, especially when Mom isn