Semua Bab Tainted ice: my stepbrother is my rival : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Hunter "You made it." Law pulled Travis into a hug, looking like a kid at Christmas. "I was thinking you were gonna bail." Neal's smile was stiff as he held out his hand to Zahara. "Hey there, long time no see." Zahara regarded his hand like it was a venomous snake. Then offered him a stiff smile. "Uh huh. Nice to see you again." He stiffened, tension rising as everybody watched for his next move. I raised a brow at Zahara, surprised. She had never struck me as being rude or snobbish. Had something happened between them? Strange that Travis' girlfriend didn't like his bestie. There was trouble in paradise after all. I glanced at Travis, waiting for his reaction to her attitude, but he totally ignored it. "Hey, we're setting up for the game." One of the volunteers approached, a clipboard in hand. "Are the teams decided yet?" Law nodded. "Bailey, Neal and two of the volunteers will be on one team, while I'll be with Moore on the other team. Let's get this show on the fucking roa

TravisZahara was saying something, and I kept a neutral smile fixed to my face. My mind was a million miles away, or more accurately, it was walking out of the hockey facility.I should have said something other than just standing there and gaping at him like a moron. But what could I have said? This entire thing felt like sinking sand. If I put one foot in, I'd be swallowed by the vast pull of it. It was better to steer clear of it, keep my focus on this thing with Zahara instead. The arrangement had gotten my father off my back, and things were easy at the moment. Or at least they were easy on the surface. On the outside, I was a turbulent storm. "Are you listening?" I snapped back to the present. "Yeah." She shot me an unimpressed look. "No, you weren't." I scrubbed a hand over my face. "Sorry about that. I guess I'm just tired. The game was brutal. We should get home." "This isn't about the game." She said. "Whatever is wrong with you has been here long before today's gam

Travis I was only half listening to Zahara when I saw the headlights coming up the driveway. I leaped to my feet and raced outside, only partially aware of Zahara running after me. I skidded to a halt at the sight of the sleek black Audi. That was definitely not Hunter's beaten up Volvo. Who the fuck was that? I marched toward the car even as the driver door opened and a tall, familiar looking guy stepped out. He scanned his surroundings, looking slightly impressed, before he walked around to open the back door. My steps faltered as I watched him struggle with something. "Hey, who are you? You've got three seconds to get lost before I_" the words dried up in my mouth as soon as I spotted a messy mass of messy blonde hair emerging from the car. Blue eyes met mine, blurry and unfocused. My stomach dropped. What the fuck happened to him? I lunged for him, knocking the stranger out of the way and throwing Hunter's arm over my shoulder to support him. The stranger shot me a dark l

TravisThis wasn’t happening.Nope.There was absolutely no way this was real.I’d escaped Hunter’s room after… whatever the hell last night had been, gotten maybe four hours of sleep, and now I was trapped inside the walk-in freezer with the one person I’d been trying to avoid for days.Any second now I was going to wake up.“Help!” Hunter bellowed, pounding both fists against the steel door. “Can anybody hear us? Help!”His voice ricocheted around the tiny room until it made my temples throb.“Would you quit yelling?” I snapped.He rounded on me. “What?”“My eardrums are filing for divorce.”His jaw dropped. “You’d rather I just stand here?”“I’d rather you stopped making my headache worse.”“Oh, I’m sorry.” He spread his arms dramatically. “I didn’t realize there was a correct etiquette for freezing to death.”I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Those doors are insulated. They’re designed to keep temperature in.”“So?”“So…” I gestured at the thick walls. “Sound doesn’t travel.”He s

Hunter Travis was staring at me again. Not glaring, which was why the whole thing was weird in the first place.Every few minutes, I’d glance up and catch his eyes already on me. The second we made eye contact, he’d look away like he’d been caught doing something illegal.Was he mad about my mother hitting him? For the record that wasn't on me. And I had even snapped at her over it. The freezer incident had been an accident. The only thing I didn't understand was the part where my mother let it slip that he had been at my bedside for hours. Why? I was sure he had better things to do than watch me sleep. Had he been worried about me? No, that was impossible. My mother was probably wrong about him being there. There was no way Travis Moore had been worried about me.“Bailey!” Coach Warren’s whistle shrieked across the rink. “Move your ass!”“I’m moving,” I called back.Unfortunately, my body had other ideas. I pushed off into a sprint, and immediately my left skate caught awkwardly b