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Chapter eleven: Shitty human being Gavin's POV It was decided, I added arts class for extra points. What I had no expected was to meet Lyric in there. From he threshold, I stared at how focused she was when she had that brush in her hand. I told Iris about her and she had told me Lyric suffered from Psychogenic mutism. She had not always been mute, she only stopped talking. I wondered why. I was not the type to act like a therapist to someone,but this girl piqued my interest. Not only her hot body. The teacher noticed me standing at the door, a big smile placate on her face. I remembered what Coach I had said about the town and my shoulders slagged. I needed to help this town. "Oh Gavin my sweet boy come in," At her words, I giggled. I was not sweet neither was I boy. I was twenty one,a freaking man. Holding on to my backpack, I walked into the class. I felt the attention of the class shifting to me, that girl __ Jane waved at me. I had not called her ever si
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Chapter twelve: Good fuck Gavin POV For my pre-game ritual, I knocked the post with my stick three times and groaned. Crouching in the crease, I adjusted my goalie mask. Coach blew the whistle, and the team erupted into motion. Wearing the fifty-pound goalie gear, I stood in position. "Alright, let's work on breakaways!" he yelled. I focused on the players zooming toward me, tracking the puck. Aaron, the team captain, charged first. His stickhandling was a blur as he deked left, then right. I shifted, weight transferring to my left skate. He released the puck, and I snapped my glove hand up, snagging the wrist shot. "Nice save, Gav!" Aaron called out, grinning. It was strange because we were only friendly on the ice. Yet today we were super friendly; coach had to see we were willing to work on our relationship for the team. We needed to make it to playoffs. Next up was Alex, our rookie winger. His eyes locked onto mine, and I sensed his determi
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Chapter Fourteen: Just fun Lyric Spencer's POV "So how are you enjoying the break?" I sat at my reading desk while on a video call with my best friend. My phone was positioned on the seat where it could give her a full view of what I was doing - painting my nails blue instead of my usual black. I didn't know much about manicures or anything, but I was giving it a try. My shoulders slagged in exhaustion, I could feel my legs begging to collapse > "Wow." Lyric's mouth made an 'O' shape. For a minute, I glanced behind her at the photo of her mother on the wall. Like me, Lyric lost her mother too. Hers to cancer, mine... well, I don't want to talk about it. "No wonder you look exhausted." To that, I shrugged. When you're mute, body movements are the basics of communication. Sometimes I even think in sign language with all the hand gestures. "Well, how about the party I told y
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Chapter Fifteen: She Is Back Gavin's POV It was two a.m. when I heard loud knocks on my door—urgent, one after the other. Rolling out of bed, I yanked my trousers off a chair where they had been thrown and slipped them on quickly. My heart raced faster than normal; only one person knew my address, and that was Iris. She might be in trouble. Thinking this, I sprinted down the stairs, almost spraining my leg in the process. "I'm coming!" I yelled, my voice strained as I approached the door. "Gavin—" I didn't even let her finish before I slammed the door in her face. It wasn't Iris. "Gavin, please, let's talk, okay? I'm sorry," she pleaded, her tone shaky and desperate. I could almost picture her on the other side, hands pressed against the door, fear in her voice. The sound of her screeching made my ears ring. I hated her voice. I loathe her. I hate her. Why was she here? Years had passed since the incident, yet she kept coming back. I
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Chapter seventeen: Lyric 's POV >I signed this so uncle Freddy could not think that I was trying to get out of it. Sandra's expression changed from annoyance to surprise as she watched me sign. "What is this, Freddy?" she asked Uncle Freddy, hurling both arms in the air in anger. "You brought a disabled girl to my club. Does this look like an NGO to you? Or did I suddenly become Mother Teresa?" Sandra glared at Uncle Freddy, her voice dripping with disdain. "Not what I think?" she huffed, in mock surprise. "You brought your deaf and dumb mute to my club like it was some charity. You owe me money, Freddy, and you promised a girl in exchange." Uncle Freddy shifted uncomfortably. "And I brought you a girl." Sandra's expression turned incredulous. "Really? Do you think the men who walk in here would be interested in your...?" She glared at me in disgust. "I don't want her here. Take her and have your pity party somewhere
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