All Chapters of Exclusive to the bad boy : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

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

Chapter Fifteen: You might be a masochist LYRIC POV "Orders up!" Sasha yelled urgently. Pizza and Stuff had its biggest day; we were packed with hungry hockey players and their fans. Some were pretty angry. The Velmont Sharks won, so the whole town was out celebrating. For pizza lovers, this restaurant was the right move, except for those who wished to drive two hours to the next pizza place. Hence, Lelli took the opportunity and increased the prices double. It happened whenever tourists were in town or during games like this. Even motels doubled their prices. For me, I got three extra dollars per hour. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing. Grabbing the order, I carried each plate in both hands, making my way outside where they ate. The smells of sweat and women's perfume almost knocked me off my feet. I drew in a sharp breath, my heart racing. So many people. Puck bunnies, fans, hockey players, other jocks, normal customers and me. It was

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

Chapter 20: Tutor Me, Lyric Spencer #Lyric Spencer's POV I took the clothes from Gavin and went to change. The shirt was a bit too big, but the shorts fit perfectly. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't help but smile. I felt like a new person—clean and refreshed. His fragrance was wrapped around it like a perfume. It was something I could not stop sniffing at, Gavin had a good sense of fashion. As I came out of the room, Gavin was waiting for me in the living room. He looked up from his phone and smiled. “You look great,” he said, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. I blushed, feeling a flutter in my chest. I took a seat, my eyes roaming the table. I was starving. “Use this.” I lifted my head. Gavin handed me his phone, and my eyes switched between us in confusion. His lips moved, “To help communicate with me.” My heart did a somersault. Why was he so considerate all of a sudden? He was supposed to be an asshole. What if I fell for him again?