Don't Blame The Player Blame The Game Novels & Stories

“This is my fault.” Ethan finally looked up. His eyes were red. “You think saying sorry fixes it?” “No.” Lucas answered honestly. “But maybe it’ll help you stop blaming yourself.” Those words landed the wrong way. Blaming yourself. Ethan heard only one thing. That Lucas pitied him. That everyone pitied him. The player losing his scholarship. The player losing control. The player who couldn’t even hold on to the girl he loved. Something inside him snapped again. Before anyone realized what he was doing, Ethan tore free from Mason’s grip.

“I need you to know that I understand your frustration. I have felt immense guilt over Aiden’s injury. I’ve blamed myself time and time again.” The team looks shocked by how candidly I’m speaking. I push onward. “But there’s no use to something like that. Blaming me won’t change what happened. We need to focus on what we can control.” I pause for a moment, letting my words sink in. The team stares at me in silence, their expressions complicated. I decide to continue. “You can win this game, with or without Aiden. I believe that. Aiden believes that. But that’s not what matters — you need to believe it. You need to believe in yourselves, or else there’s no reason to even try.”

He deserved the beating a little. "Phil stop! You're going to kill him!" She tried pulling him off but the wounded lion was far from listening. "Philip stop!" She shouted but to no avail. Poor James, if he knew that this game he was paid for was going to be like this, he definitely wouldn't have accepted the Job. Why on earth did he even try touching her. He should have just stuck to the plan instead of taking advantage of the situation. He swore never to play such games again.

She said slowly, careful to say something that might be offensive in my side. “ They have rights to get berserk like that. And it's true that I did all of that, but Blast doesn't deserve to be pointed and face the consequences for what I did.” I said, staring blankly again. I did it, I must face the consequences, but Blast doesn't deserve to be dragged in this problem. Even though Tito Arc and Tita Medley will hook me in the issue but still Blast will catch the largest damage not only to his name but also to his businesses.

“You sound like a disobedient child who uses every little excuse they can think of to avoid getting into trouble. It’s not a flattering trait, Liviana. Just so you know-“ “It’s not the responsibility I’m refusing to take, Blaze. It’s the blame,” she tells. “I’m so sick and tired of taking the blame for everything that goes wrong in life. For my family, my friends, you- for everyone, and I’m sick of it! I’m not just some emotional punching bag that you can all take your feelings out on, alright? I am a person- a human, and yeah, I make mistakes, just like everyone else in this fucked up world, but you don’t see me running around taking my anger out on other people, do you? No. Because it’s wr

Except, I’ve figured that the last option is no longer in the equation. “I had always hated you for being the cause of my ruin, Mellow,” I start calmly, “but now I ask myself—who would you blame for your own ruin? Fine, the rumor says Yolie uploaded that video, would you put the blame on her, or would you put the blame on Zeath, who gave her the video in the first place? Or would you blame nature for the cycle of cruelties happening around the world?” I sigh. “Stuff happens no matter what one does, Mellow. I guess it’s just tiring placing blames all the time.” “Does it mean you’ve forgiven Zeath?”

“This field isn’t for weak, useless trash like you. What the hell are you even trying to prove?” I squared my shoulders, keeping my voice calm. “I’m not trying to prove anything,” I shot back. “I’m just playing. Like everyone else.” A rogue roared as it barreled between us, teeth snapping for my arm. I barely leapt aside in time, and the Beta player twisted past me, using the chaos to slip through. My heart sank as he powered forward, dodging another rogue before kicking the ball into our post. GOAL!!!!

“I’m mad at them.” She shakes her head, eyes filling again. “This is my fault. If I hadn’t come here today, if I hadn’t stepped on the ice, none of this would’ve happened. You wouldn’t be dragged into this again.” “Lena.” I turn toward her. “Stop blaming yourself.” “But it’s true,” she whispers. “Every time you’re near me, something bad happens. The article. The rumors. Now this. You’re in playoffs, Evan. You shouldn’t be dealing with...”

“I don’t know what the fuck sort of game this is, but—” “Game?” I choke. “Are you kidding me? You think I wanted everyone to see me—” “That video painted you as a slut.” He lifts his shoulder and lets it fall. The anger is melting into indifference. “And how should I know? You were someone else over the summer. The girl I used to know. And now…” He shakes his head. “You’re doing to me what you did to Greyson.” I rear back. He’s got to be fucking kidding me. “You’re blaming me for… ruining your football career? I drank too much and someone took advantage of us in a vulnerable spot. That’s not my fault.”

DEENA'S POV I was informed that Ex-Factor has issued an official apology on all of their social media platforms regarding some technicality problems. The director also personally apologized to me, admitting that after an investigation, the staff in-charge of the game did not thoroughly check the safety of the players. I accepted his apology and I heard he also apologized to Trenton, but the latter is still pissed and disappointed with the production team. That same day, they fixed the platform and added safety measures. The game continued, although Trent and I were automatically eliminated because of my injury. We were neither winners nor losers, so we won't receive the reward or the punishm