All Chapters of Brother's Best Friend Loves Me Not: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Steph’s POV: “Ugh, why is it so hot?” Stella complained, combing her fingers through her hair, then getting back to the plate of tacos, Beck had just ordered for her. “Tell me about it.” I said. It wasn't just the heat. They had woken me up early in the morning to get dressed for this darn match, and my nerves were on edge today. The thought of seeing him after three years brought a pang of anxiety. My mind used to not be in my control when it came to him. I didn't want him to have that power over me again. I just needed to stop overthinking. I turned over to look at Lucy and Sarah. They were busy giggling away at a joke Zach, Beck's friend, had cracked. Zach, Stephen and Jeremy were Beck’s closest friends and they had hit it off with Lucy and Sarah immediately. “There's a party at the Moose's club. What do you say? You wanna join me after this? Zach asked Lucy. “I'd love to.” Lucy replied excitedly. I smiled at her enthusiasm. With how busy and mon

Steph's POV: “No, Zach's a really nice guy, I enjoyed myself with him.” I could hear Lucy's muffled voice in the living room. “Well obviously, he's the extravagant spoiled brat of a rich father. And a complete palyboy. I wonder how he's a basketball fan.” Sarah explained to Lucy the hundredth time why she shouldn't waste her time on Zach anymore. It had been three days and the name of that God forsaken match would still come up in one conversation or the other. I had tried very hard to not go to town on anyone. If the match and the Brian Lockwood talk began to get to my nerves, I would simply get up and leave the room. So far, everything seemed to be quite serene and I liked it that way. “Steph, we're going scrub shopping, wanna join us?” Stella popped into my room with some beetroot juice in her hand. Stella had suddenly come up with a “getting fit regiment” for herself, out of the blue. Saying she wanted to look better, apparently. But all I was seeing

Brian's POV I tied my laces tight in one swift move, getting ready for the practice match coach had assembled all of us for. Our coach was known for his devilish bark that he used to intimidate the opposing team members, but when it came to his own team, specifically me, he hyped you up so much, you'd feel bad for not doing well. “Here comes my Captain! Here comes my man. Now I know sometimes things get in the way, we end up getting distracted somehow or the other, very natural, happens to most of us,” whenever he began his speech this way, it meant it was a warning and that if the same mistake was repeated you were in for it. He began to whisper into my ear, like we were brothers, who'd been sharing secrets all our lives, “It's not you, it's these boys I don't trust. Which is why we really can't afford a distraction episode like the one in a previous match. Right, right.” He said, patting my chest with the back of his hand. “I know I can count on you, my man!” I was confiden

Steph's Pov The day had arrived. The atmosphere buzzed with energy, a mix of excitement and nerves hanging heavy in the air as the university’s football league event officially began. The gymnasium-turned-stadium echoed with the rhythmic sounds of sneakers squeaking against the polished wooden floor, the distant chatter of enthusiastic spectators filling the background. I walked into the main hall with my volunteer badge hanging around my neck, my fingers absentmindedly tracing its edges. The scent of freshly polished floors, sweat, and faint cologne from passing players assaulted my senses. I tightened my grip on my clipboard, mentally preparing myself for what was about to come. Keep it professional, Stephanie. The thought replayed in my mind like a mantra, though my heart had other plans, hammering against my ribs in anticipation—or maybe dread. I knew what I had to do: check the players’ vitals, ensure they were fit for the game, and keep my head down. But my luck had

Brian’s POV The rhythmic sound of fists hitting punching bags echoing through the space. Right now, I was picturing Beck’s smug-ass smirk and the way his fingers had curled possessively around Steph’s waist. I threw another punch. Hard. The bag jolted violently, the chains creaking overhead. Beck, leaning in like he had every fucking right to touch her. His fingers brushing over her skin. The way Steph had leaned into it, playing along with his little act. I growled under my breath, slamming another hit into the bag. Fucking Beck. I was losing my mind over a woman who had sworn she hated me. A woman I had pushed away three years ago because I thought I was doing the right thing. But seeing her again? Having her look at me like I was nothing more than an inconvenience? Like she had moved on? It burned. I didn’t realize how worked up I was until my next punch sent the heavy bag swinging wildly. “Alright, alright, Jesus Christ, dude.” A hand clamped on my should