All Chapters of Belongs To Him: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Caroline pov:The rest of the day was a total trainwreck. Grayson dragged me out to the parking lot and just left me there without a single word. Nathaniel's car was nowhere to be seen, which probably meant he was not driving me home. Not that I expected him to after what I said.My last class was English, which I usually enjoy, but it felt like an eternity today. I was counting down the minutes until I could finally go home and see my dad. He texted saying he got off the plane, and that was the only thing keeping me going through this disastrous day.As I walked down the hall, I could hear the whispers and feel the stares burning into me, which I did my best to ignore. Natasha was MIA for the rest of the day, and I honestly didn't have the energy to track her down and chat.I sent her a text letting her know I wasn't mad, she was just being her usual self. I think everyone was in a weird, grumpy mood today. But she didn't even bother to reply.Cheer practice was even worse than lunch

Caroline pov:Thursday flew by. I woke up, had breakfast with my dad, and then went to school. I avoided Nathaniel and his friends like usual. Except for Natasha and Addison, Natasha apologized for her behavior when I told her I wasn't mad at her in the first place. People were still gossiping about it. And I haven't heard from Nathaniel since he left my place.I was on high alert in case he had something planned, but he still hasn't released that video, which was surprising. That probably means he's got something else up his sleeve.I was on edge the whole day. Natasha just thought I was being weird. The three of us hung out in the library during lunch. Natasha told me to pack a bag for the beach house, which confused me since I didn't know why Nathaniel wanted me there.All she said was that Nathaniel told her to tell me to pack for the weekend and be ready to go on Friday. The beach house is about an hour from the city, so I'll be riding with Natasha and Addison after the game. H

Caroline pov:The game was exhilarating. I've never experienced such a rush of adrenaline before. The crowds were roaring, and I was screaming along with them. I think I even lost my voice. I spent most of the game captivated by Nathaniel's performance. He played amazingly, moving swiftly and evading hits. They won 24-15, and the crowds went wild after the final touchdown.I finally understood the appeal of football, the electric atmosphere, the game itself, and the adrenaline rush. It felt almost addictive. I even surprised myself by running up to Nathaniel after the game, gushing about how incredible he was. He just laughed at my enthusiasm.At that moment, we seemed to have forgotten our mutual dislike for each other. But the moment was short-lived as the other boys came and whisked Nathaniel away, chanting "Go Falcons!" I vowed to never take football for granted again.However, that was half an hour ago. Now, I'm angry and irritated, having been waiting for that idiot to finish

Caroline pov: I was sitting between Natasha and Adam in the living room, while Grayson and Nathaniel had left earlier. I was the only one who didn't know where they had gone, and when I asked Natasha about it, she acted strangely, I noticed Dylan giving her a look, so I decided to drop the topic. Rose went upstairs to take a "beauty nap," and I admitted that I didn't like her, though I don't hate her either. I wondered if Nathaniel had invited her for some reason, perhaps to annoy me. Or did he invite her to have sex? "Do you want to go to the jacuzzi?" I felt Adam nudge my shoulders. "There's a jacuzzi here?" I was surprised. It had been a long time since I had been in one, and I needed to relax. "Yeah," he said, getting up. "Want to come with me?" "Sure," I said, getting excited. "Dude!" Dylan said to Adam, giving him a disapproving loo

Caroline pov: I fluttered my eyes open, only to find the other side of the bed eerily empty and cold.  "Hmm, I wonder what time it is," I mused, realizing I must have overslept after yesterday's exhaustion. The door was ajar, and I could hear voices drifting up from downstairs. For a moment, I indulged in the luxury of having the spacious bed all to myself. But duty called, and I knew I had to get up and face the day. As I made my way to the bathroom, I noticed I had forgotten to pack my own toiletries.  "Ah, well, I suppose I'll just have to borrow his," I said with a playful shrug, already anticipating his inevitable protest. However, my lighthearted plan was cut short when I heard hurried footsteps approaching.  Turning around, I was met with a sight that made my heart skip a beat, he was storming towards me, his express