Ice Deal: Faking it with my best friend's twin brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

~Hayden’s POV~ “And what kind of guy do you think deserves me?” she asks. My stomach grows queasy. I had to ball my fists and stop myself from shouting out: ME!!! I bite my lower lip, keeping silent. The truth is…I don’t know if I deserve her either. She is so sweet, so gentle, so amazing and I bet she deserves better than to be with a piece of shit like myself. I’m not even sure what’s happening to me. I’ve always been the ‘anti-relationship,’ ‘Don’t-do-girlfriends’ member of the team. Everybody on campus knows Hayden Thornhill does not date. Many girls have tried and failed to get me to hold down a relationship. I just can’t deal with the stress. Not when I’m focused on my career. I used to say Hockey is my first love and no girl can ever compete. So, what is it about her that just makes me so needy and ready to shred all my personal convictions and rules? A few weeks ago, it wasn’t like this. It hasn’t even been two weeks since we started this agreement

~Hayden’s POV~ “I need liquid courage for this,” Dakota says, downing shots. We are in a private room at the strip club. The room comes with its own private pole stage, flashing red lights, soundproof walls and exquisite music system. I sit on the couch with a table in front of me stuffed with condoms, tissues and everything else a man needs for a sexual encounter. I clear my throat, adjusting myself as Dakota struts over to the music system and spends a few seconds selecting the music. Rihanna’s ‘Loveeeeeee song’ comes on. “You don’t have to do this,” I repeat myself, watching her closely, my tone doesn’t even sound convincing. I’ll admit I’m curious to see what she’d do. This is the same girl who didn’t even want to step into the strip club. Now, all of a sudden, she can strip for me? Being the brat she is, this is just a fun challenge for her. Right? My heart is galloping but I’m also incredibly nervous. Just seeing her on that pole stage is enough to make

~Hayden’s POV~ A waiter dumps a tray of my favorite shots on the table. But I am not paying attention. All eyes are on Bree and Dakota. The air is tense. The room is so hot. Everyone knows this is Bree’s way of ‘testing’ Dakota. They had never really spoken prior. As a journalism major, Dakota does not shy away from expressing her disgust for Bree’s type of ‘blogging’ which consisted, mostly, of spreading the silliest rumors and harassing everyone on campus. Privacy has become a cherished commodity amongst us all because of Bree. She couldn’t wait to post your business and get the entire campus buzzing. So, when Bree asked that stupidly-invasive question, we all knew it was only a matter of time before one of them established dominance. It’s certainly very disrespectful to talk about another girl’s boyfriend’s ‘junk’ right in front of her. It’s almost as if Bree’s pushing boundaries, letting Dakota know she doesn’t have any regard for our relationship. Will Dakot

~Hayden’s POV~ I drive like a manic to the hospital, my head pounding fast. Fear wraps itself around my heart, making me shiver with dread. Beside me, Dakota looks like she’s gonna faint too. Dense lines of worry crisscross her forehead. I try to keep a steady head and steady hands on the steering wheel. The call had been vague. It had simply said Heather collapsed at practice, but all sorts of scenarios run through my mind. What does that mean exactly? Is she okay? Is she dead? I can’t help but leap to the worst scenario possible. People say twins can feel each other all the time. But right now, I’m trying not to believe that the pain in my heart means my sister’s gone. I would not survive losing Heather. Not for a second. “She’s gonna be fine. It’s probably exhaustion. Happens all the time,” Dakota whispers beside me. I try to focus on her calm voice. She puts a soothing hand on my thigh, and that’s the only thing keeping me sane right now. When we

~Dakota's POV~ —THREE DAYS LATER— “Heather, you're supposed to be in bed!” I cry out when I see Heather putting on her gym wear. “I'm sick of being in bed!” she retorts. How can she even be thinking about exercise when she's supposed to be on bed rest? She is thin, unusually thin. Her collarbones are sharper. Her cheeks are a little sunken. I've noticed she hasn't been eating properly since she got out of the hospital two days ago. She has absolutely no appetite no matter what I try to get her to eat. I'm getting even more concerned for her. I can tell she's hiding something from me but I try to give her some privacy. Whatever it is, I'm sure she'd tell me when she feels ready. Right now, I'm focused on helping her recover. “No, you're supposed to be in bed! Do you want to collapse again? You've been working yourself to the bones. You need to rest!” I say, chasing her out of the door. She walks down to the elevator. “Dakota, the regionals are coming u