All Chapters of War With My Hockey Stepbrother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The last place I wanted to go on a random Wednesday night was the Scott mansion. But my mom had other plans.A completely annoying plan.“Quit looking like you had a problem with the whole world,” she said under her breath as we stepped onto the front stairs.“I was trying,” I rolled my eyes and she shook her head.I looked at the massive estate in front of us.The mansion looked exactly how I imagined a retired NHL star’s house would look — huge, expensive, intimidating, and unnecessarily large, like it would take you almost an hour just to get to your room. And unfortunately, this house belonged to Wade Scott’s dad, my mom’s fiancé.And there I was, stuck spending the night and eating dinner with them, acting like I didn’t want to throw a chair at his son’s face.“Please smile, honey,” my mom begged.I didn’t listen, and even before she could scold me, the massive door opened. Two maids stood on either side, and a man in a suit greeted us.Richard Scott. Wade’s father, who looked so

"My god, what have you done?" Mom’s voice cut sharp as she pressed her temple after hearing it all.I sat silently on the edge of the dean’s office. Mom sat beside me. My eyes barely lifted when I saw it: the dean was holding printed photos— my ruined painting, Wade’s stall with his gear gone. They were the evidence of the mess we both had made.Across from me, Wade sat too calmly in his Kingsley hoodie, legs spread, and his gaze was locked on me. I chose to drop my eyes.“I said this clearly, Ms. Anderson and Mr. Scott,” the dean started. “Someone had destroyed a student’s scholarship-level artwork. And someone had missed a scheduled game with scouts and sponsors waiting.”I forced myself to look away from all of them and stare at the floor instead. I couldn’t look at Wade right then. I was already pissed and angry enough without it getting worse. And I couldn’t face the dean like a normal person either, not after what we had done.“This situation reflected poorly on both of you. Ver

I stood in the middle of the apartment with my arms crossed over my chest. This couldn't be happening. I’d hoped I could still get out of Mom’s and her fiancé’s terrible plan, but I completely failed.I stared at the gray couch across from the big flat-screen TV. There was only one chair, and I was determined it would be mine. If Wade wanted one, he could buy it himself. Next to the kitchen island was a small dining table with two chairs, and the kitchen looked more modern than I expected. The apartment was obviously designed for two people to share comfortably.And unfortunately, those two people were me and Wade. Except it didn’t feel comfortable.I turned around and let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding when I saw there were two doors, and each door led to its own bedrooms.Thank God. At least our parents hadn’t gone completely insane. "Are you done inspecting the place?" I heard his voice come in, and I instantly lost my mood again. I turned to him. Wade had alread