All Chapters of PUCKING CAPTAIN NIKO : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

NIKO’S P.O.V Sunday had finally arrived, but Jeremy was still a no-show for his punishment. I had been sitting at the diner for almost half an hour. The two milkshakes in front of me were nearly melted from the heat coming through the window. Yet, I wasn't angry. Even looking at the ruined drinks, I couldn't bring myself to be mad because Jeremy had promised he would be here. For some strange reason, I trusted him, he had also mentioned he didn't know the area, I figured he was probably just having trouble finding the place. Then again, if he were lost, he would have texted so I could pick him up. But Jeremy would have to respond to my text for that to work. He hadn't replied to my text from last night. I double-checked the new text thread with his friends, River and Kim, who had both sent me his number. I hadn't made a mistake; it was definitely the right number. So why wasn't he responding? Twelve hours later, I hadn't heard from him. He had insisted he would be at the diner, a

JEREMY’S P.O.V"There are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”I hated his tone. It sounded like he was normal, but there was still this underlying coldness in it, which I totally deserved.“Gee, my bad Mr Tough guy,” I said, throwing my hands in surrender. “Whatever, Jeremy.”Yeah, I was done with this. I was trying to be nice by making conversation but he’s obviously not in the mood. He paused, his eyes meeting mine.He was right, though. But honestly? There was plenty he didn't know about me either. For starters, he had no idea that I felt like a total asshole for standing him up.I really should have just apologised right then and there. Instead, I let my stubborn pride take the driver's seat.“Okay,” I muttered, turning on my heel to leave.There was no point in saying sorry now. The moment had passed, and I definitely wasn’t about to stand there and admit my crushing guilt. Why should I tell him I felt bad about ignoring his text and skipping out on our plans at the

JEREMY’S P.O.V “What do you want, Niko?” I snapped, not even bothering to look back. “Jer, come on. It’s just a dumb game.” “I’m going to the bathroom, so do me a huge favour and leave me the fuck alone. I am not in the mood,” I snapped while speeding up my pace. I refused to turn around. The last thing I wanted was for him to see my face and realise his stupid words had actually managed to hit a nerve. I tried to walk faster, but of course, Niko caught up with me effortlessly. With his ridiculously tall, imposing frame, he stepped right in front of me, blocking my path and towering over me like some giant, irritating wall. “You’re so sensitive, Jer. The fuck is wrong with you?” Jesus Christ. I was going to lose my mind. He just had to say it again. “Don’t fucking call me that!” “What?” Niko mocked, a smirk playing on his face. “Sensitive?” “Jer!” I yelled, my frustration boiling over. “Stop it. It’s fucking annoying.” Niko let out a laugh, and God, I hated that s

NIKO'S P.O.VWe went back to eating, but after a few minutes, Jeremy pushed his container away."You don't want any more?" I asked, watching him closely."No... I really shouldn't," he murmured, nervously looking down at his plate hesitantly, but I wasn't about to let him quit just yet."Why not? You haven’t even touched most of the sides. Come on, try some. Especially the carrots—Tatum’s going crazy over them."Jeremy smiled, his eyes locked onto mine for a second before he gave in. He didn't just try the carrots; he tried every single side, pairing them perfectly with the ribs.Wanting to be nearer, I scooted closer to him, our shoulders brushing. I grabbed one of the burgers, pulling it open. Jeremy watched curiously, his gaze following my hands as I started layering the sides right on top of the juicy meat."Food is fucking fun," I teased, giving him a playful look as I smothered the burger in rich gravy, mashed potatoes, carrots, and sprouts. "Well, this is mine, but I suppose I

JEREMY'S P.O.VI frowned, the tension in the room keeping me on edge. “Well, what happened?”“Maddie,” Axel muttered, his voice laced with irritation.Of course. I started to stand up to meet him, but he was already moving toward the bed, sinking down heavily right beside me.“What about her?” I asked softly.“She’s being so fucking annoying,” he ranted, turning his sharp gaze toward me. “The girl won’t stop bugging me. She wants me to go to some event—her sister’s wedding or whatever. Fuck, I just don’t want to go.”I reached out to comfort him, but his attention suddenly shifted. His eyes locked onto the food I had brought back from the barbecue, which was sitting on the table.“What’s all this?” “Food from the cookout. I thought we could have it for dinner.”“All of this?”“Yeah, there was so much left over,” I explained, watching him closely.He brushed his thumb lightly against his bottom lip, his gaze dropping before rising to meet mine again. “C’mere. Let me look at you.”“Uh—