Alle Kapitel von The Hockey Boy I Wasn't Supposed To Love: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

KIMBERLYI trudged upstairs, the weight of the day still clinging to me like static electricity. The moment I stepped into my room, I threw my bag onto the bed with more force than necessary. It bounced once and slid onto the floor.Whatever.I didn't have the energy to care.I peeled off my school clothes and pulled on an oversized hoodie that smelled faintly of the vanilla detergent Catherine used. It was soft and very comforting.Not that I'd ever admit that out loud.That's when my eyes landed on the framed photo on my dresser.Me. Dad. Brian. Catherine.We were all smiling... or at least I was pretending to. It was taken last Christmas, the four of us forced into matching ugly sweaters because Catherine believed in "family traditions." Brian looked like he was one second away from committing murder. I looked like I wanted to disappear into the background.Still weird.I pressed my lips together and turned away before the photo could start whispering existential questions at me.D

KIMBERLYThe locker room door creaked open and I heard my name again."Kimberly?"My stomach dropped instantly.Oh no. Not him.Brian's voice came again, calmer this time."What are you doing?"I frowned.His tone had changed. He sounded disappointed. Curiosity got the better of me as I pressed my ear lightly against the stall door.No one spoke for a moment, then.."Brian..." Tasha's voice came out unusually soft. Almost... innocent.I almost slammed my head on the door because of how cringe it sounded.Was this the same Tasha Rowland who'd threatened to ruin my life thirty seconds ago?Because she suddenly sounded like she volunteered at animal shelters on weekends.Watching Tasha discover manners was probably the eighth wonder of the world.Brian spoke again."Delete it.""Excuse me?" Tasha asked."The video."His voice turned colder. "Delete it."Even from inside the stall, I recognized that tone.It was his captain voice. The one that somehow got an entire hockey team to shut up

Brian stared at the glowing screen of his phone, Allen's message burning into his retinas.Allen: Do you think Kimberly likes me?His thumb hovered over the keyboard for what felt like forever. The house was too quiet. He could hear the faint sound of Kimberly moving around in her room.Finally, he typed back.Brian: I don't know. Ask her yourself.Simple and effective.He sent it and immediately regretted the words. He kept staring at the chat, jaw tight. Why did that question bother him so much? It shouldn't. Allen was his best friend. Kimberly was... Kimberly. The girl who drove him crazy. The girl he'd been quietly watching for years.He tossed the phone onto his bed and dragged a hand through his hair.This was getting complicated.***Monday morning arrived gray and heavy.Kimberly was emotionally drained. The anniversary had hollowed her out. She almost skipped school entirely, curled up under her blankets, but Catherine gently knocked and encouraged her."You don't have to be

THIRD PERSON POVThe door swung open and Allen froze in the doorway.Just in time to catch her changing up. Kimberly stood pressed against the lockers, wearing Brian’s black long-sleeve undershirt. The fabric hung loose on her frame, sleeves covering her hands. Brian stood only a few inches away, completely shirtless, hockey jersey discarded somewhere on the floor. Both of them looked flushed.“…What the hell?” Allen’s voice came out quiet, almost disbelieving.Kimberly gently pushed Brian off. “It’s not what it looks like!”Brian remained perfectly calm. He didn’t step away. He didn’t explain. He simply looked at Allen like the interruption was expected.Allen’s gaze shifted from Brian’s bare chest to the torn cheer top lying on the floor, then to the red mark blooming across Kimberly’s cheek. His expression hardened.He moved past Brian and went straight to her.“Are you okay?” he asked, voice tight. He reached up carefully, tilting her chin to examine the mark. “Who did this?”Kim

THIRD PERSON POV Brian stared at the unknown number on his screen.Brian: Who is this?No reply.He called it. The line rang once and went dead.Another message appeared almost immediately.‘You made a mistake thinking you could have her.’Brian’s jaw clenched. This wasn’t random. Whoever it was had a personal problem with him.He screenshotted the entire conversation, saved the number, and locked his phone. He decided not to tell Allen yet. Allen was already furious with him, and adding this would only make things worse.*In the photography classroom, Kimberly and Raven sat side by side in front of a laptop. The video played on a muted loop while Kimberly scrubbed carefully through the timeline.“Look at the timestamp,” she said, pausing the footage. “The recording starts before I even heard Allen’s footsteps. Before his voice.”Raven leaned closer. “So if Allen was the one holding the phone…”“The timing doesn’t make sense,” Kimberly finished. “Someone was already there. Watching.