Captain Awkward Novels & Stories

They quickly nodded, then they turned and looked at each, then they burst out laughing, accompanied with the captain. “Do ya’ll agree that I am a good actor?” He asked, and they nodded. “I am better than Alejandro, oh my Goodness, he should have seen this.” He continued, like I wasn’t in front of them. “Yes sir, I agree,” the bald guy said. Then captain turned to me. A smirk popped on his face. “Look honey, did they not teach you at the church that do not accept free things from strangers?” He asked as his hands ran through my head.

He left her, hurrying to his station as the captain. "Aye!" His crew chorused. Geoff Hustenut, didn't wear the facade of a captain: no leathery knee long jacket, or a feathery tricorne crown. His limbs, fingers and body part maintained its usual count. The midget was as normal and dirty like a casual experienced hobo, never with intimidating or threatening amour worn by every sailor on the open ocean. Amidst his stunted genome, his men accorded him every respect he deserved. He was obviously sheltering these homeless drunks, so they owe him.

Hira Harlow's life is destroyed when her ex-boyfriend leaks a deepfake video that turns her into the center of a public scandal. Betrayed by her best friend, abandoned by her teammates, and suspended by hockey captain Alaric Jeremiah, she leaves everything behind for a fresh start in Los Angeles. Instead, she finds Alaric waiting in her new home, now her future stepbrother. Determined to reclaim her place on the ice, Hira refuses to let the past define her. But the closer she gets to Alaric, the harder it becomes to ignore the truth behind his actions or the dangerous pull between them. With an obsessive ex, a jealous fiancée, and secrets that threaten to destroy them both

"Good. I'll bring a wheelchair with flair. Something with actual style." "Please don't." "Too late. Already ordered it." We sat like that a while longer, easy conversation filling the space, and for a little while I let myself forget the ache in my chest that had nothing to do with my ankle. Eventually he stood, promising to come back tomorrow, and the room fell quiet again once he'd gone, just the steady beep of the monitor and my own thoughts circling back to everything Priya had told me. Someone had done this on purpose. Someone had wanted me hurt.

Looking at his messages, all wagging tail like a big dog, I thought back to how he'd been all afternoon, eyes on nothing but the puck. The guy wasn't actually mean-hearted. He was just completely oblivious to how people worked. I typed out a line. "I watched your old game tapes. Everyone's just recklessly aggressive, dropping the gloves at the drop of a hat, all chasing the spotlight, and you play like a bunch of strangers. It doesn't matter how good the tactics are if the captain doesn't give a damn about his own teammates and lets bullying slide right under his nose." He fired back a shocked reaction sticker in a heartbeat.

That cocky part of me wanted to wink or flash a grin but I was too locked in. I adjusted my gloves, rolling my shoulders as I skated to the faceoff circle. Carter was already there with the team, warming up. He was crouched in a squat, probably trying to loosen his hips as he scraped his stick over the ice. Captain fucking America. Through the helmet, I could see his jaw was tight and blue eyes narrowed in concentration. I fucking hated him. And I wanted him too.

My reaction when Marcus chirped too loud, or Tyler made some idiotic joke, or a freshman got in my lane. Captain meant every mistake came with a caption. > *Talented, but volatile.* > *Elite skill, questionable maturity.* > *Great hockey IQ, emotional control concerns.* I could feel the words before anyone wrote them down. They crawled under my gear. Got inside my pads. Sat between my ribs and pressed. “Captain Hartley,” Marcus said, skating backward in front of me during warmups. “You look like you’re deciding whether to kill someone or file taxes.” “Why not both?”

He was supposed to be my teammate, my responsibility as captain, but right now, looking down at him, all I wanted to do was pin him against the glass and wipe that arrogant smile right off his face. "You're in my way, Captain," Jules panted, his voice dripping with that fake innocence that always made my jaw tick. He pushed his helmet up, running a gloved hand through his sweat-dampened hair, completely unfazed by the fact that I was towering over him. "Unless you're planning to ask me out, you need to back off." I leaned in closer, letting him feel the sheer size of me, letting him smell the sweat and the cold air clinging to my jersey.

Instead I felt like shit, like a total failure. “It’s okay guys, you don’t need to do this” I said. “Do what?” Xyla replied, pretending like she knew nothing of what I was talking about. Just at that time, the teacher walked in and classes began, I couldn’t stop glancing over at Emory, he had his head down and barely paid attention to the class. Ofcourse no one bothered him, he was the captain of the hockey team and his grades were just enough to keep him in the team.

"A peacock?" the Captain asked with an amused expression. The two turned around and continued walking the way they were before Ace came. "He obviously walks around flaunting his existence and thinking that he is above everyone else and that everyone must look up to him and treat him the greatest thing ever. I only just met the guy but he seriously needs to calm down. He is probably so out of touch with reality." Gwen rolled her eyes.